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the moment
But harder to live by when your life seems frozen
In the blink of an eye, you can slip back to where you were
Even if you were on top, you can hit

stop 
A pile of bodies I stand on 
Our swords will be warmed by the blood of the foe
Our armor will wear the fear they show

And so we ride
We sail

the choice poorly made
The man whom they bore lived by sail and by oar
The largest we had ever seen
He endured the temptation
Faced the lashing with pride

you need to start again 

You gotta make wings out of your oars
And push your ship to unknown shores
We were born to pursue virtue and knowledge

But we

found you washed up on the shore with your small boat that had no oars
I know you said the air is clean but all I breathe is everything
The water rises

of progress
Land and riches grew
A country built with blood sweat and tears
By forbears for me and you

They planted the seeds of our land
To reap and make

of oars.
Someone blind is begging, somebody is singing hymns.

The stone of silliness is rather cheep.
Everybody has it wearing zealously by the body.
People

to apologize for dragging you all along on this raft down this river without an oar to paddle on
Wasn't i right though? the air is so crisp and light oh oh come

Well I tried to cross that river, but the water just went up
It's gettin' harder for a man these days to keep himself afloat
When I was young down by

Solitary city spots,
Roads less travelled and if so, Usually not by choice. These views Be rarely caught, stream the Thought pattern they inspire are God

now. Please, don't even dare!
I beg you, as mother!

"The sea's claimed your father and kin, one by one,
More than three years missing is Huey, my son,

Too late to escape
Too tired to flee
I'm a marionette
With your strings controlling me

Wading deeper, and deeper into the blue
Losing my oar, I'm

the oars to get close
Sorry love now they are lost
We are in the hands of currents and storms
A fishing boat takes us back to the beach
I start to sing

is
Do bist hjir, it is frjemd dat ik it sis

Mar ik leau, ja, ik leau
Dat ik dy mis

We bin tegearre, mar it fielt oars
Tegearre, mar net by mekoar

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The Earth has grown my roots
From the strongest of trees
Crafted by man to sail the high seas
My wings are woven by a shield made to fly
With

from his heart never reached his mouth

So restricting
There's a strain in my brain and day by day, I'm praying the Lord's gonna evict him
I'd argue it's

गङ्गायाश्चापि सन्तारं भरद्वाजस्य दर्शनम्
भरद्वाजाभ्यनुज्ञानाच्चित्रकूटस्य दर्शनम्

Guha's oar strokes, a funky beat
Rama, Lakshmana, Sita by his side
Leaving

of Fire and Water, the earth the air, we breathe the same
Look to the father, learn your name and your place by the river, dance. In. The. Rain.

Horizontal statues, like dried bark on the shore
Souls covered in seaweed, chained to a runaway oar
Clinging to ancient truth, bound to make your

Up on a creek, nothing to oar
Give it a whirl, down for the count
Breaking a leg, is just what I need

Necessity? Legitimate? Drawing the line?

they slept

A tale I hate to tell
But it must be heard
I’ve always preferred
The song of the bird

The waves brought to the shore
A single oar

Growing pains licking at my bones
Don't let the soul escape
My psyche seeking solace in uncommon ways
Taking steps like a rosary bead
Each by each
Another

with the waves)
Jehifalhi bindhifaa
(The Oar has broken)
Oevarun giri dhalhain nikumefa
(Coming out through the shimmer of the currents)

Dhondheeni

a shoulder
I'll chop a foothold in the floor by and by
And dream of my darlin waist-deep in clover
Pulling an oar to reach my side
Are you a prophet, are you