Under the sea is a boat,
Lovingly fond of a sea,
Under the fountain I wrote,
Of a mastering tea.
Find him again tonight,
Inside the very dexterity,
Out of a love for right,
Onwards might I be.
Cast away the wrong
As you have found
It beneath the zone.
Converted in the water long,
The rights of the ocean sound
So wrong of moan.
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