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May 2016
Bottle in his pocket, ragged coat.
Struggling too hard to stay afloat.
Sailor, be brave! Never stop!
Drink all night long to the last drop.

A long time ago he set sail.
He met a mermaid, and he felt so frail.
He never knew love, what the ****.
And ever since been lost in the dark.

He crossed all the oceans.
His chance didn’t come.
One may blame it on rainy weather
Or was it too much bad ***?

He saw the ghost of love in the rain
And ran to it, almost insane.
He reached nothing, but for the dark.
He’d never get rid of bad luck.

He crossed all the oceans.
His chance didn’t come.
One may blame it on rainy weather
Or was it too much bad ***?
Serg Gromoff
Written by
Serg Gromoff  Moscow
(Moscow)   
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   Leah Barton
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