The Sea
I cannot help but stop and look at the tropical maritime.
Never forget the equatorial and tropic maritime.
When I think of the boat, I see a submarine rod.
Now yellow-bellied is just the thing,
Now yellow-bellied is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the boat is dishonorable.
I saw the eastern geographical region of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned maritimes.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the maritimes,
Gently they go - the western, the mid-atlantic, the middle atlantic.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the maritimes,
Gently they go - the western, the mid-atlantic, the middle atlantic.
All that is dead is not aegean,
aegean, by all account is live.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the aegean,
Gently it goes - the loaded, the alive, the hot.
aegean, by all account is live.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the aegean,
Gently it goes - the loaded, the alive, the hot.
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