| I read of her fate under the starlight
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| Pulled into the deep by a nameless madness
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| A silhouette of a foe on the horizon arose
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| See scattered men afloat in a sea of sorrow
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| The beauty of the ocean
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| The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
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| Wants her gone
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| Not to return
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| But into my mind her name was burnt
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| Stuck in my head her name lingers and waits
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| For me to find out why most of her men are dead
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| The beauty of the ocean
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| Who wants her gone?
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| She, a beauty
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| The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
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| Wants her gone
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| The beauty of the ocean
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| Who wants her gone?
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| She, a beauty
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| The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
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| The emma of auburn has sharpened her senses
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| She sails through the mist, with armed defenses
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| The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
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| Now she’s gone |