Ducks make noises, too,
That sound like distant mortar shells.
The end of the dock is covered in fog
But who can tell, really.
Boys grab and kiss girls for no reason.
We’ve spent hours out here in the grey
Gathering up your scattered tears
Without light of the coming day,
Because there is no coming day, don’t you see?
So before we part, let’s just grab a blanket,
And watch boats sail out of any view.
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