For the love of the sea says I,
rolling waves testing time.
Drift afar to who knows where,
dare we not capture a stare.
Queer we be in the land of not,
feted to start later forgot.
Long the voyage aged laid rest,
treasure abets at end no less.
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For the love of the sea says I,
rolling waves testing time.
Drift afar to who knows where,
dare we not capture a stare.
Queer we be in the land of not,
feted to start later forgot.
Long the voyage aged laid rest,
treasure abets at end no less.
