If you be my boat I`ll be your sea. A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity. Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze, I live to make you free.
But you can set sail to the west if you want to, and past the horizon until I can`t even see you, far from here where the beaches are wide.
Just leave me your wake to remember you by.
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