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(Strange Days) |
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When the still sea conspires an armor |
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And her sullen and aborted |
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Currents breed tiny monsters |
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True sailing is dead |
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Awkward instant |
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And the first animal is jettisoned |
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Legs furiously pumping |
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Their stiff green gallop |
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And heads bob up |
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Poise |
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Delicate |
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Pause |
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Consent |
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In mute nostril agony |
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Carefully refined |
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And sealed over |
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