Foghorns adrift at first light
Is the welcome that fills my mind,
My lungs, with fresh resolve
So I may slide away, from the shackles of the dark
Foghorns adrift at first light
Is the welcome that fills my mind,
My lungs, with fresh resolve
So I may slide away, from the shackles of the dark
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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