When a man takes his boat
to catch a fish
in the middle of a night
with the burden of a smiling wife
staying awake hoping
for him to bring a fish or two
so that their three year old son
could eat something and sleep
an angel in the sky
dies to become a fish
and swims into his net
to die again
If you could love me today
like you would love me tomorrow
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