Dead eye from the wood of life
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Hold the ropes and the rigging lines
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Red-eye a.m. Here i lie
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Shipwreck passing underneath
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What of the sailor and her spinning wheel?
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What was she thinking being
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Swallowed by the water whole?
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Red on the left, green on the right
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You can see me coming in the morning light
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Brass and glass and rusted iron
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Sextant here for the heavenly bodies
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Compass here but the needle¡¯s shot
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Magnetic deviation screws me up
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Break the glass from your hanging lanterns
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Break the sea with your blackened anchors
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And you might end up a floating junk pile
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But you can always scramble to salvage a smile
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Salvage a Smile
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| Laura Veirs |
