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I love my sailor with the rugged hat and a puzzle box which contains my jeweled watercolor heart domineering winds bear him away and back again when he finds the course to my doorstep I ask,"How tall is Blackbeard?" He can find any pirate's position on the map Every detail of a hundred runs can soak into his mind but some parts of a man are unknown pail, seed and spear the underbelly of pigs waiting for the men to pick their cut what degree of apparent wind will send him within reach of this lonely enchantress? He is so brave and crazy. each verse seems to bring him closer to my shore My sailor won't refuse even if he is fearful of crashing into earth without the ebb and flo of the waves to sooth his spirit And a soaked pair of boots as well His love charm is stamped on my jaded essence spring will come again and he will make headway on a new scientific journey New boots, old compass All things to keep a sailor safe from the call of the shore When he hides I feel happy Someday my sailor be back on the scene waiting for me to serenade him once more
