Boats & Birds


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

Past the horizon, till I can’t even see you

Far from here, where the beaches are wide

Just leave me your wake to remember you

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