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La Marinière Fatiguée
Salut, la marinière fatiguée! Your voyage took its toll on you it seems But here you are After the ruthless storms trembled your well-being You thought becoming coy is the only thing To preserve what is really within Your infant heart Which doth manifest so fragile Presuming all might jeopardize This tender, delicate fire. But here you are Salted by the ocean of rueful tears Dashed hard, you grasped those manouvres To dodge the fearful spears. It was hard for you to define what you encountered; A series of natural phenomena? Unlikely to be real. But they were, indeed… Unfortunately. This is what setting sail is all about For adventures to harvest upon. An agonizing scheme it feels.
Thus you reached my lonely shore Like a mermaid, bare and enchanting. Pick whatever fruit to your liking! The fear has no ground on these sands, Here grow all color and all type But no venomous plants. Take pleasure on the warmth of my heart For that’s the source of heat, this isle. The torrid dance of vibes By our cheerful songs of trust, Love, passion and lust. Lay yourself at ease, Feel the land of your prayers And in your dreams. Reach out to the roots of my devotion! Safe and sound, this isle at your feet Here to sedate, here to provide, here to feed. Our union is all there to cherish.
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