You'd be quick to call me a fool,
with some evidence, I suppose.
But only my second skin knows;
that's not the one you've seen at school.
Get over not knowing everything:
the captain feels his way back to shore.
He'll wind up where he stood before,
holding her hand on their cliff-top wedding.
And if you could only understand,
I'd tell you without a single word;
I'd show you in color blurred,
and a delicate motion of my hand.
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