I don't know what the sea is doing tonight
the Gadarene swine seem to have swarmed into the city
do lilies grow in fields do birds never toil for their keep?
fog rolled over us at breakfast with bourbon outside
bituminous are the rocks at the waters edge
I never know what the sea is doing anymore
don't look at the sun keep gazing at your shadow
drops dripped branches cracked ice tortured leaves
toil away for the lasting crown as the lilies toil away
never know never what the sea is doing don't look
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