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I made a boat from a letter I meant to address.
I named her the S.S. Contessa and called her my best.
But there’s no harbor for the waves,
They just crash along the quay.
I hope that my little boat will get to you safe.
The S.S. Contessa weighed anchor and drifted to sea.
I told her to stick with the current, but that’s not up to me.
Now she’s miles from the coast,
But in my mind I keep her close.
I hope that my little boat will find her own flow.
Storm dragged me overboard;
I’m washed miles away from shore.
I see my world in blue and white,
I sink and rise;
Someday I’ll be landlocked again.
Well, when all the waves wash through
Under flood tides overdue,
I know that my little boat will float back to you.
I know that my little boat will float back to you.
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