claire lives up on saint mary's walk
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with her mother. and i live down on
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philomel by the harvor and i hate the
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ocean. well, claire says she'd throw
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me overboard, then that she loves me
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and then she kisses me on mouth, and
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says i'm ugly, and i hear the ocean
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roar. the water pulls around the pier,
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dark and rusted, and i now the kidest
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face with a sailor's eye still can't be
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trusted. but i feel the ocean sell.
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