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On April 7, 2010

LET ME BE YOUR VIP
TROUGH LINES OF TEARS LIKE BLINDMAN'S
LEAD MY HANDS
AND LEAVE ME QUIET ABOVE WORDS

STEAR SIDELONG ABOARD ME
LIKE TIRED LINER
ON WHARF LEAN SIGH
LIKE WASHED UP TUG

LET THE STORM PASS BY
TROUGH INFINITY COUNT MY SAND
AFORE DARK
WHEN WE SAIL IN THE SAME SEA
MY FRIEND
I WOULD LIKE TO BE
YOUR VIP