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When the motor stops, I can't sleep
There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor
And the black amnesias in heaven
Are lighting the Sea of Cortez
All the wishing sounds and kissing sounds
Are all missing sound in a boat alone
Without a spring after winter and a fall over summer
Is there anyone else alive outside?
So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend
On the empty blue side of the moon
Where you broke your body, you kept on wandering
And I'm still listening but your still drowning
You broke your body before I could get to you
The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck
And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes
Mourning eyes, California can't see the sun rise
We're both fire signs dragging our line's line
Only magic to have a crack in the wire
And California won't see another Sunday
As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"
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