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[12 May 2011|11:34pm] |
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If you be my boat, I'll be your sea. A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity, ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze. I live to make you free. I live to make you free. But, you can set sail to the west if you want to and past the horizon until I can't even see you. Far from here where the beaches are wide, just leave me your wake to remember you by.
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