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and since we are sailing in formation, to the same destination
i wonder if, perchance, we could get together kind of soon
for an oiled, and friendly conversation
'bout what we'd like to be, someday, say by..... about noon

because, if you've not noticed, we're probably gonna need repairs
to heal the earth, and clear the airs

the ships of state are nearing the edge of the world, that's where it ends
and we'll fall right off, if our current course depends
on making more rich, those who already, selfish, are
lets set a new course by the Our Fathers, Morning Star

not some damn nazi party, staff officers keys and "car"
he'll kill us all, he's just a facsists, slimey, techno- gar
but, where that  leads, that's.........{Where The Monsters Are!}
and, in mankinds oldest wisdom: that's way too far.

the world was destined to be flat, again, eventually
hard to believe, huh, fellow native of the Earth
that so far apart, so different as we seem to be
we all came into this world, with the same net worth

as much as me or you, that is, and did you know?
that, as far as i can see, is straight, and never round
so if it wasn't for that tiny tip of sail i'd never know
where we're going, where's the flowing, we're apt to drown

HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLOO!!!!!!!!!!!

permission to come aboard, Sir?

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