She tests men to destruction,
and leaves them to their ruin.
The song she sings so sweetly
Will dance you to it's tune.
I'll stuff my ears with ships wax
And lash me to the mast.
My feet will stop their dancing
And I'll be free at last.
The sea might cruelly use me
Sting all my wounds with salt,
I'd sooner sole the ocean
Than her false heart exhault.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
Some are like that and need to avoided.
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