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The Sea


I can feel it calling me, 

Calling me to be free.

I can feel it touching me,

Begging me to come see.

 

It is like a siren's song, 

It's pull so very strong.

It has this power,

And it call to me at this hour.

 

I answer to it, 

I must admit.

I am not ashamed,

Because by it I am named.

 

It holds my life and future,

From which I can't suture.

Me destiny forever intertwined with it, 

And by this night, I commit.

 

I am it and it is I,

By this rite I cannot lie.

It is thus I bind it to me,

I am now one with the sea.

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