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To sail the sea no more. I don't regret the life and love, I've made here on the shore.  But I'm haunted by a temptress, My first true love, the sea. My dark and stormy mistress, I hear her call to me.  I'm torn between my life ashore, And the call to sail away. My love, my life is needed here, I'm duty bound to stay. Yet, often I will walk the beach, Throughout the darkest hours. I hear my lovers mournful call, To feel her awesome power.  Oh, cradle of all Eternal life, Great mother of the sea. Cast off the lines that hold my heart, And let my soul sail free. In the end I will return to you, My final love the deep. I'll put your waters over me, Eternally to sleep.  John Jones Retired Seaman
 
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