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Sunset Siren Blues

She’s my sunset siren.

A sweet song in the crashing waves.

She’s my down south baby.

Her eyes, burnt honey, her lips, two open graves.

Oh, she can call me out to sea anytime.

I don’t care,

I’ll run, crawl, or climb.

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