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Undertow"I set out one night. When the tide was low. There were signs in the sky. But I did not know. I'd be caught in the grip. Of the undertow. Ditched on a beach. Where the sea hates to go. With a child in my arms. And a chill in my soul. And my heart the shape. Of a begging bowl

Leonard Cohen