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Calypso
Long ago, a man loved the sea,
And as I loved him, he loved me;
The sea my first and last
And him between.
Ours was a story of a love that couldn't be.
He offered me to share his home,
A drifting prison wood and stone,
With sheets amassed with blood and bone.
But when he offered me his hand,
I sunk my toes into the sand
And said I'd never leave the ocean, for dry land.
Oh salty breeze a bitter gale,
With on great ease he set asail,
The waters stern they churned and burned
From rippling tears and hail;
And when he'd ran his ship aground,
He sat and listened for the round,
Of a sirens call to fall a weeping mound
'Cause when he'd offered her his hand,
She sunk her toes into the sand
He knew she'd never leave the ocean, not for dry land.
Long ago, a man loved the sea,
And as I loved him, he loved me;
The sea my first and last
And him between.
In the maelstroms heart i loved him still,
Always had and always will,
But the squall of tears that broke my heart could never break my will.
He never heard the way i cried
When he gave his body to the tide,
And tore apart the heart that was the ocean's bride.
I closed his eyes with my own hand,
And laid him down into the sand Praying that he'd understand
That I could never leave the ocean for dry land.
