Because I once rose from the sea
I fling myself into the sea.
My keys, my locks, my music box -
you threw my things into the sea.
The way we touched when first we met,
the gifts you bring - this blue, the sea.
My fingers, bare of anything.
You thre my ring into the sea.
Oh Siren, must your cry by hoarse?
You sing like one who knew the sea.
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