A Time to Be So Small

We saw you from the urchin's side from under the boat
 We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
 The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch
 And the bubble of your interests ready to burst
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 He whistles and he runs
 We saw you in distraction, a sleeping, slow despair
 
 Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
 A creature is a creature though you wish you were the wind
 The boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end
 He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast
 Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
 He might succumb to what you haven't seen
 He has a keen eye for what you used to be
 When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave
 When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave
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 When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave