Still sailing
Now the sun shines for ourselves, my mistress made out of moon.
We'll slip away in a boat crossing the seven seas.
There's no time to waste, as you know, my little siren.
Now the sun shines for ourselves, my mistress made out of moon.
We'll slip away in a boat crossing the seven seas.
There's no time to waste, as you know, my little siren.
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