In the sea, under Are things that hunger. You see, We only wonder, Our minds don’t plunger. Maybe Pirates may plunder For things still under The sea. To feed this hunger, The hands of thunder I plee, Must stay far,yonder. If long we ponder We’d see, Lives old and younger Still survive under The sea. […]
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