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Sirensong
Every night the sirens sing To lead the lonely man astray. And to be honest, I must say I often hear them sweetly call. In my ears the echoes ring, So near and yet so far away, And I forget I am the prey, Before them weak and small. Every night the sirens sing. They beckon me their voice to heed. They say my every want and need Will, at last, be satisfied. And like a puppet on a string I follow everywhere they lead But in the end I must concede How prettily they lied. Dashed against the rock and stone, I lay there beaten, bruised to bone. Their voices gone, I’m all alone Bloodied by their wicked scheme. I slowly crawl back to my bed, A vow of fortitude in my head. But even though the prayer is said Still I hunger for the dream. Every night the sirens sing To lead this lonely man astray. I struggle so to disobey The sweet and yet elusive call. Yet, still the puppet on a string, Their harmonies about me play And I forget I am the prey, Before them weak and small.
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