The ocean waves curl, they curl and splash
They'd curl you too, if you did dash
And played among them
They'd curl you and kill you and bring you down
A wreath of seaweed would be your gown
A jellyfish you'd have to make your crown
I ought to just sit here, let the waves o'er take me
Drag me out to unknown depths, feel its icy fingertips
Hold me fast, suck water in instead of air
It wouldn't be nice, it wouldn't be fair
To the ones I'd be leaving there,
Among the mountains far away
But it would be different
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