#predictive text writing

Down below, where you're supposed to go There you'll always be found Oh the wind may blow, the rain may fall And make a hollow sound Down below, where men are taught to sing, Where men are told to fight, And the ghosts of things they used to know gather 'round the lingering light For the sea is as sweet as a honey bee's eye And the moon a crown of roses Down below, they keep the sky and stars aloft And sing the song the dawn composes

The surface of the sea a reflection in ice a refraction of light An explosion rapidly dissolving the world between the rituals below and the pressure above aquatic vertebrates such as we aquatic properties of our components, molecules and galaxies and heat of life we who must survive in a closed loop between earth and air are the cyclic rising and falling breath of a planet that prevails not as a result of our growing, but regardless of it do we still understand why ancient man found something infinite and holy below the surface of the sea?

Build a cathedral of tedious tradition and i will consider love with you again.