Like a distant storm she was pale and forlorn. Like a sailor lost between ship and shore, he was drunk and drowning.
Well I miss my love to be, as I set sail for the seven deadly seas.
There’s a midnight ship in the harbour. She sails on darkened waters.
Box my heart up and give it to my love to be. Tell her my soul belongs to the sea.
Broken hearts are like sunken ships.
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