Mostly : I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.

I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.

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