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sea
...and we set off,
across the sun-burned sea, you and me.
in the midst of morning madness,
measuring our distances -- for more or less
under our feet the sea weaves itself, to and fro
crawling to the edge, of the edge, of the ... edge
shall we go sailing, you and me.
to the unknown, through night and day,
till we meet death?
" i want more "
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