May 5, 2009
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As I walked along the rocky beach.
A man approached, a ragged youth, and to me he did beseech.
He said beware Atlantic, for she'll swallow you up whole.
My mistress grey will make you stay for she'll become your soul.
And to him I did but give a scoff, I merely passed him by.
No pleasant talk ruin my pleasant walk, as I would gaze the sky
And as I was a gazing, unto the marble puffs,
A wave a came a comin', and grabbed me by the scruff
And as I fell into the wave, it fell inside of me
And seperate, Atlantic and I, did surely cease to be.

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