The fires, within me, set me ablaze
And betwixt flames and shadows, there is haze
There is smoke and light
And the moon, tonight
Shines ever so bright
Between the horizon and the sea
there's a silver line
That all it does, all it will ever do, is to shine
And the things that cannot be
Are like the mirage, that takes drunken sailors ashore
Craving for more,
They drink and smile, stealing the brits' tea
Selling it for doublons and rum
And then, between them, like brothers, divide the sum
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