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Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Surking through the ocean
Waters through the main
Comes like the rain
Sailors cleaning floors
As captains doors
Rolling barrels old
The captain told
Icarus was remembered
Like a december
She was cold
But remeber as a moll
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