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Saw you from the ocean side
From under the boat
We saw you making knots
We saw you get the rope

The boy appearing on the deck
And making it lurch
The bubble of your interest
Ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction
A sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction
He wasn't even there

A creature is a creature
Though you wish you were the wind
A boat will not stop moving
If you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob
Saves its doors for the dead man
You cannot leave

When the cadaverous mob
Saves its doors for the dead man
You cannot leave

When the cadaverous mob
Saves its doors for the dead man
You cannot leave

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