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Slow I walk none to talk passing by  gazing at the sky It's been a while since I last seen the water doesn't bother me none it'd mean my very slaughter the name's Moana I have no daughter
eyes yearning for the horizon line flippers longing to touch the sand both dying to be where the other one is   family pulling her from the shore family pulling her deeper below they don't understand
Once upon a time In a land not so far away Where the balance of good and bad Forever sway   But what would happen
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