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How the sea took me, swept me back and forth in sorrow and fear and pain.
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| its so cold out here on the sea. i have been exiled to out here. | |
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With frozen chains, and hardship froaned around my heart. hunger tore at my sea -weary soun.
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| Im so tired of being alone. i wish i had someone to love. i miss having someone by my side. | |
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the passion of the cities swelled proud with wine and no taste of misfortune, how often, how wearily i put mnyself back on the paths of the sea.
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| i love to be in the city and with the women but at the same time i miss being on the sea. | |
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