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Walk on the rocks, yeah, sonny
And take all this
Ocean and wander asleep
In slumber.
Break up these branches on mind
Leaves and sticks,
Smooth, try not to let the fire go
Woken and washed by the clanless
As open and empty,
Poor little rocks,
Spurr's aggressive,
As stuck to I got shoes,
I'm leaves to pick, rocks to throw
Try not to let the fire go