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THE BOAT OF BEING ALIVE
Though miguel is sad as hell
you'll never see him cry.
All dressed up, a ways to go,
dreams between his eyes,
someone at his side,
morning, noon, and night.
Nowadays, you never know
how true love is like.
A bug may dream of being a boat,
the boat of being alive.
Believe in me when hope is lost,
I'll let you find mine.
Putting out the burning cross
of morning, noon, and night.
Though miguel is sad as hell,
you'll never see him cry.
Some are dead and more alive,
dreams between his eyes,
eyes that cannot cry
morning, noon, and night.
Nowadays, you never know
how true love is like,
until you've had to let it go
morning, noon, and night.
DAS - Santa Monica, California, USA
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