| He surely sails on tameless seas
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| With idle hours in devils hands
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| One hundred men on tameless seas
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| Always searching for sacred land
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| Rain lashing raw shoulders
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| So heave, onwards, and heave again!
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| With wrists bangled in scars again
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| From below, she watched only him
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| Secretly, she watched only him
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| Stowaway, she crept so grim
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| He surely sails enchanted seas
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| Hearing voices he believes
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| Hail Odysseus, come to us
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| So heave onwards and heave toward us
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| With wrists bangled with gold and stars
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| And from below she screams out ‘No! |
| Odysseus, please don’t go'!
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| And you must fear the voice you hear
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| Already now, they’re so near
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| ‘And you will fall at the sirens call, into their poisoned claws!'
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| Fearing loss she watched them go
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| The sirens, she thought, take me
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| From below, she leapt into the sea
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| From the sea to the land, greeting her, a golden hand
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| ‘Welcome child, to our isle, become one, take my hand'
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| So it was, a new voice sung aloud from the sand
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| ‘So now sing, lure them in, Odysseus can be your king
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| The only way to love him, dear child, is to sing them in'
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| And so it was, the crew were lost, even brave Odysseus
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| Into her arms forevermore, she sings no longer on the shore |