Along the Sea of contempt.
Belongs a list of friends that have I left.
Left the heart once built strong.
Be this organ, rightly wrong.
But before the sea can see.
What be free fro' Ye?
No more sea of contempt to drown upon on Me.
Only more disloyal friends to vanquish Thee.
For how on this plane can I fly?
Why must my future die?
No more sleepy allow
Of this to all do I swear as avow!
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