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She whispers, ‘Stay’ yet I find myself heading toward the bay I start with a hike though the woods if only the way I knew I could And then the marshes to soak my feet I’m on my way to a divine treat And then there is the entrance to the bay So little time to release what I have to say To immerse myself up to my neck In cooling waters, oh what the heck It’s late at night and I see the stars Will they wish me goodbye so near or far I hold glimpse to the waxing moon My spiritual turnover is coming soon Will she miss me my darling love We were soulmates attached from above I hear the ghostly fisherman’s bell And now it’s time for me to go to hell Don’t cry for me today It was just an outing to the bay
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