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On the morrow ships will sail
To roam beyond the hidden veil
And brave the stormy seas to see
If ships holds carry destiny
Yet here we will to seaward keep
The watch that holds our wandering feet
I have a task at hand
I must get it done
My mind cannot help
But wander
Dear You, I'm Sorry.
Based on A True Story.
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O say can you see
Just how far we’ve come.
The injustice in our country
Is a battle far from won.
People line the streets
I like the feeling of not doing what I'm supposed to do
I like the thrill of running from what is good for me
Coincidence is beauty
But when we make it it's just fate
And when we think it's random,
