Soul searching on my song-boat all day long
Is only my forgetful mind’s floating-current
Know where words go at the end of the day
Which port ends up touching?
This perpetual crying-laughing
Are similar to swinging waves
You going to the game shore
Don’t be afraid to hope for sailing wind
If the travel money finishes
The free waves are with you
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