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A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the barco is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re lost with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
You know what you want,
You know some things that you can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.

It's soft like a blanket
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
Or clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us patim, skate on it during winter
Makes you laugh with your friends
Or steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs you
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes you
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank you too