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sing your song sweet caresses,
enchanted holds no surprise.
up on the rocks and grounded,
flotsam on a tide.
tales are by sailors smiten,
a like-innocence fills their ears.
too late to turn, the tide it them.
know the truth they learn by fear.

charm me, me.
of the deep you call my name.
seduce me, me.
siren, the one the widows blame.

you leave their to davey jones,
a tomb too to desecrate.
son and husband together,
the widow dries her streaked face.
on the sand she in silence,
her loss is than she can bear.
the waves come in, soon to her.