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Burning Our Boat

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I hope that you are happy now,
Though I will never be again.
Time's waves have washed over our prow,
I guess it's time to be a man.

So now I will swim to the shore
Of an island, apart from you.
Beams are bones, and nothing much more,
And this night I will burn them through.

But if you're dying for love's heat
Swim to my flames, warm your cold feet.



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