Karl Blau

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Waded out past the wave's swell
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where we all floated hopeless
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and he told us to stop treading water
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he sang about the sand
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where we could all touch our feet down
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he held out his hand
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with his tipped back he sang loud
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but he didn't listen, he swam off alone
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long live his words, all caught up on his own
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he said "someday the moon will reach out to the sun
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  but for now it must drift along, but for now he drifts along"