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dye my hair blue // whenever im on land i can still be at home // cut it to my shoulders // choppy like my beloved waves // hack off my limbs // replace them with tools // place a cloth over my eye // a telescope needs only one to seek // place my sword at my hip // treasure betrays my ships name // the mist in my hair smells of salt // the wood under my peg stands sturdy // all men alike who cause trouble // hoist the sails // thou shalt not stumble

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