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A shot fired across the decka weakened hull. A turning tide.Well, all our anchors hang on chainsand dangle off our changing minds.
You would never think of stars Those tiny, inconsequential lights in the night sky You would never believe our sun Is exactly like those white lights Its golden rays shining on your face
Let us go to the beach and have fun We can play all day in the sun Just be careful not to burn Or bright red you will turn A sunburn would hurt a ton