The wind in your sails
Won't take us much further.
All the scuppers and tags,
Only end up to hurt hurt.
All the bear's insides
Have fallen to pieces.
And the engine ride,
Slowly decreases....
And as the sun comes up over frosted trees,
Alon I breath strength - you are with me.
Count the cars going by - hear my feet cruch,
Time is running out for me, I been passed the conch...
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