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A Desperate Prayer

I sank beneath the cold torrential wave,
Sank once, then twice, and rose to gasp for air,
Recalled the sailor's lore on wat'ry graves:
Once, and twice, the third one is fore'er.
And so I swam with grim and desperate fear;
I prayed to God that I might see the shore,
And promised Him with grave and anxious tears
That I would leave my lady love no more.
I dreamed of twilight walks amidst the pines,
My lady love and I in wooded glen,
Then one last wave of cold and cruel brine,
Imprisoned me and dragged me down again.

So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.

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