This time that went over the edge of the boat,
And splashed down in the water below,
As the tide pulls away the thoughts that rolled down,
Rolled down the hill as most thoughts have,
Thrown over to the gallows though this thought,
The wonderous night seems to make this thought pick back up,
These gallows change to the higher decks of this ship,
This life that is thought that rolls over
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