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The ocean's aren't filled-up with wine
For all we have is water
Who will bring about this wedding for the groom and daughter?
That's not a halo
It's a lasso since you tell the truth
Gather in a see through glass the morning dew

Then rise to the heavens on evaporation To the waters inching up my neck
Sinking with no foothold since this beam is not a speck
Want to see what cones and rods cannot make out?
Please reach down your pail to here and bail me out

Flying a machine that can't be seen because it's cloaked
Begins to lose altitude
The feathers have been soaked
With the water of a life made from deadweight
Show your sun behind the clouds
Evaporate

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