Some nights I lay awake and dream of the sea
a lot of things I think belong to me
like a word, or the moon, or my favorite tree
but no, no, not the sea
I must confess the sea owns me
It pulls to me
It sings to me
It lures and taunts and flirts with me
oh come to me oh come to me
the siren songs of my far off sea
landlocked, dry ,and unhappy
so far away from my love the sea
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