I've built a distant boat for me
and fallen asleep to cacophony
my own voice is my shelter
in its trailing symphony
the seas have been so nice to me
they wave, they wait, they wake for me
and when sin's sirens come my way
my vessel clogs my ears with breeze
and though I've cast off fool and fancy
and have draped my own arms 'round me
there are oceans and oceans of blue
still sweetly summoning me out to sea
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