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Inland Waters are safe and Sound, gentle winds and trees surround. Cove and inlet, shore and bay, lighthouse, markers show me the way. But open water, ocean swell, boundless vista who can tell, which way is home which way to Hell? Christ of the Mysteries, can I trust you on the sea?
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
Open Water
Inland Waters are safe and Sound, gentle winds and trees surround. Cove and inlet, shore and bay, lighthouse, markers show me the way. But open water, ocean swell, boundless vista who can tell, which way is home which way to Hell? Christ of the Mysteries, can I trust you on the sea?
geordiethemonk
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
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