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It is music to my hungry ears,
over yonder, by and near,
as I begin to sink below,
my pretty tune begins to slow.

Water, water, everywhere,
nor any drop to drink,
as the ocean pulls me there,
as I cease to think.

Heavy wet, all pressing in,
pretty, yet still dark as sin.
A smile's still on her pale, clean face,
as God plays her last Ace.





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