The Sea
The Sea:
The sea, she is my wooman,
She laughs and waves,
The sea, she be beautiful but deadly,
To sailors like I.
De sea,
She calls to me,
Begs me to sail again,
Across her body of water.
She sings to me,
Day after night,
Night after day,
She be trying to lure me away.
That day will come,
When her voice reaches me heart,
I will go after her,
To sail de sea once more.
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