The ship's rocking on a blue sea,
It's one, two, three starts,
They're shining bright,
Just for me,
The wind, delighted by my vessel, dances,
Its hands, tightly around the simple maid,
She turned into a princess and left me,
Or, I left her,
As I swam underneath my ship,
I said,"Bon Voyage,"
And, at the top of my lungs,
I sang.
They both left,
Now they live with the starts,
I see them,
One,
Two,
Three,
There,
Bright as daylight.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
The ship's rocking on a blue sea,
It's one, two, three starts,
They're shining bright,
Just for me,
The wind, delighted by my vessel, dances,
Its hands, tightly around the simple maid,
She turned into a princess and left me,
Or, I left her,
As I swam underneath my ship,
I said,"Bon Voyage,"
And, at the top of my lungs,
I sang.
They both left,
Now they live with the starts,
I see them,
One,
Two,
Three,
There,
Bright as daylight.
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