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"They're not bad tears."
Into the night time stars we sail once more.
Awaiting the land that beckons us,
While sweet tunes whistled
Into the passerby dream,
Of shoes and ships, and ceiling wax
And cabbages and kings.
Where nursery rhymes hold no boundaries
On pages whos covers implore.
Written feelings of comfort
To words that never reach the shore.
Days spent wandering,
The ocean of emotions flow.
Our boats have small holes
Ones that do not show.
Yet he exists
And knows how to mend
And stop the leaking within.
I then find a pain that exists to bring hearts near
While clasped hands rest
And breaths make less sense
Who are we to think we know.
When we have no idea.
