| She fired her love.
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| He left on a boat at the San Blas pier.
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| He swore that he would return,
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| And drenched in tears she swore that she would wait...
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| Thousands of moons passed,
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| And she was always on the pier,
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| Hoping for…
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| Many afternoons they nested,
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| They nested in her hair
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| And on her lips of hers.
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| she wore the same dress
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| And if he came back, she wouldn't make a mistake.
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| The crabs bit him
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| His clothing of hers, his sadness of hers and his illusion of hers...
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| And time slipped away
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| And his eyes were filled with sunrises.
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| And he fell in love with the sea,
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| And her body of hers took root
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| In the spring.
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| Alone,
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| She alone in oblivion.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her spirit of her.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her love of her the sea.
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| Alone…
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| At the San Blas pier.
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| Her hair turned white
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| But no ship returned to his love of hers.
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| And in the town they told him,
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| They called her the crazy woman from the San Blas pier.
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| And one afternoon in April
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| They tried to transfer her to the asylum;
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| No one could pull it out
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| And they never separated her from the sea.
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| Alone,
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| Alone in the forgetfulness.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her spirit of her.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her love of her the sea.
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| Alone…
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| At the San Blas pier.
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| Alone in the forgetfulness.
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| Alone with her spirit of her.
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| Alone with her love of her the sea.
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| Alone,
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| Alone in the forgetfulness.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her spirit of her.
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| Alone,
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| Alone with her love of her the sea.
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| Alone…
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| At the San Blas pier.
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| She stayed…
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| She stayed…
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| alone, alone
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| She stayed…
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| She stayed…
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| With the sun and with the sea.
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| She stayed there
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| She stayed until the end.
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| She stayed there
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| She stayed at the San Blas pier.
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| Alone, alone, alone. |