I don't feel like a drop in the ocean will ripple my sheets,
For I am the one steering clear of all of the other fleets.
Steering wide, steering far,
I don't want to see you, no matter who you are.
So...
Set your anchor and wait right there.
See if in the morning my Western sails care.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I don't feel like a drop in the ocean will ripple my sheets,
For I am the one steering clear of all of the other fleets.
Steering wide, steering far,
I don't want to see you, no matter who you are.
So...
Set your anchor and wait right there.
See if in the morning my Western sails care.
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