the atlantic was born today, and i'll tell you how
the clouds above opened up, and let it out
i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water
filled every hole
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean making islands where no
islands should go
most people were overjoyed
they took to their boats
i thought it less like a lake
and more like a moat
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing freelance to your door have been
silenced forevermore
and the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
i need you so much closer.
so come on
come on.
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