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Down to the sea in a drunken boat |
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No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote |
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Down impassable rivers |
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What does she care for a crew |
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Light as a cork she is dancing |
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On the waves of the deep sunk dead |
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Moonlit lantern idiot eyes |
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Delirious rhythms that catch her at dawn |
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Black perfumes that drag her and drug her |
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Under the bottomless spiralling sky |
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Nighttime breathes in ominous fortune |
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She thinks of the calm before stroming |
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And hears |
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Ma's silent warning |
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Down to the sea in a drunken boat |
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No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote |
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On a drunken boat she is sailing |
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Down to the sea she's singing |
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Nothing is quite as it seems |
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And no man on earth can be hid from her dreaming |
