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A passage back to the earlier centuries
Gives us a glimpse into the unknown
When a sailors highest schooling was elementary
At a time when no one would have flown.
Dead Beat
I used to play the air guitar, the bass,
But up here an audience is out of place
Except to white Dementers, sucking soul,
Who wrap your fade out in their polar stole.
