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My first ever love, my first ever heart throb. She was beauty in every way, and grand in every place. Never have I felt my face before I met the Sea. Never have I felt my chest before I met the Sea. Never have I ever felt my wings before I met the sea, I could feel them hang on my back since I met the Sea. And I loved her so much, I went out to sea, with a crew, and I Captain. We stole, killed, sang and ate. And we did it all, because every man that stood on my boat, loved. Oh loved the Sea. Every man on my boat, head over heels, for the sea.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Shanty
My first ever love, my first ever heart throb. She was beauty in every way, and grand in every place. Never have I felt my face before I met the Sea. Never have I felt my chest before I met the Sea. Never have I ever felt my wings before I met the sea, I could feel them hang on my back since I met the Sea. And I loved her so much, I went out to sea, with a crew, and I Captain. We stole, killed, sang and ate. And we did it all, because every man that stood on my boat, loved. Oh loved the Sea. Every man on my boat, head over heels, for the sea.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
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