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Hear the song I sing for thee
As waves crash round your ship
Destruction pulls you closer to
Notes coming from my lips

A siren’s voice
A whisper, a trill
Sends you spiraling
Downward, faster still

With tattered sails
You fight my call
Alas, there is nothing
As mighty ships fall


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