Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead Nay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?

Moonshine Noire
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The word “maybe” is used to make a statement less serious or more serious. That statement can be treated as a fact, a suggestion, or an opinion. The last sentence makes the listener wonder if he should stop and think for a moment, and maybe he should. It’s not completely out of the question that we would want to stop and think about things before we act.

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