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There is a not world,
the water
where is but what is not,
she live.

Unreal
but her was a man
and cursed
her mother was the
form.

She has a ship and the sea
year in year out the Flying Dutchman's
than a ghost and less who will redeem her,
and those hopeless souls that cry her
those creatures in a tortured chaos.

Pink fog turns purple, in the
the and the lords of chaos meet
Oh, me form,
and I'll back sweet fantasy
She cries, me a human body, heaven
me a human body, hell.

And it is done a female goes ashore
in of fantasy, a mysterious,
beautiful woman the sea.