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no blame to lay down here

men like to romanticize the sea,

and with a mistress like that,

can you really blame me?

but the sea does not care

for my affections,

the pretty words that i spin

to describe her beauty

and this is something that

must not be forgotten,

that this great watery expanse

cares not for your boats

or beating red hearts

for she will drown you

just the same

and yet, once named

the search will not stop,

or the loss will haunt you

sometimes, lover,

the call of the sea

sounds like your name

and i have searched for you

as long as there has been

breath in my lungs

and with a love like that,

can you really blame me?