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Jumping out of the car
Running to the dock, I wait for my
Grandpaís friend, coming out of his
walks on over to the dock.
He asks me, are you ready, I
Tell him, Oh Yeah!
Great, letís go fishing.
We walk on top of the dock
And get onto the squeaky yacht.
I throw out my line and wait
For things to be divine.