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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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