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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these on of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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