how does a landed mariner
ever tell a living soul about
the exquisite rapture of the
sultry siren's hypnotic song
as it echoed through the mist
calling him to sweet surrender
out there in the poppy fields
just above the rocky shore
he's been to those forbidden isles
but almost didn't live to speak
still the scars from being bound
with rope upon the oaken mast
bring a wry and crooked grin
to his weathered grizzled chin
he knew so many hearty seamen
who never made it home again
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