In these hollow vessels we set sail
in dim lit pastures blazing trails
with empty eyes and heavy feet
all forms of shadows run to meet
our empty hands soon full of clay
our broken mast will soon decay
these seas that swallow everything
will dig our graves with songs we sing
so close the doors that guard our eyes
and let us blindly float on by
until the day that we will sink
and we'll regret
or so we think
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