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'I do not
We faithfully
in our separate ships
And coming in tiny
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary

Like the crab
In its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
Like a scratch across a
everything look wrong

From anywhere we
And our paper away
Before left the bay
So half-blind we wrote songs
On of salty wood

You caught me making
At the other boat wives
And me laughing louder
At the told by their daughters

I'd set my for land
But you understand
It a steady hand

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's blades
acquaintance with the waves
As mistakes I've made

No could outrun
The low on the mast
to say I've got no past
But I'm
The librarian and son
tarnish on my brass

And mildew on my
I'd want someone so crass
As to someone like me
But a few leagues off the
I bit a flashing

And I you, it was not
What it it to be
I still taste its
That dull in my lip

Is a memory as
As a rod without a
To an anchor dropped
yet still-docked

Captain napping
With his mate at the wheel
Floating along
no need to be strong

We our confessions long
And when we pray we keep it
I drank a thimble of fire
And I'm not ever coming

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we insist
While watching sink the ship
Of everything we

If ever you near
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you
Anything as as You