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When the still sea conspires in armor
And her sullen and aborted currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant and the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined and sealed over
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Writer(s): John Paul Densmore, Robert A Krieger, Raymond D Manzarek, Jim Morrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
