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(Swept away) So diligently by the song of yet another Siren.
(My ship) It has been maimed and repaired, this Cycle never ends.
(The sweet notes I hear) They are but the melody of Death’s beautiful emissary.
(One in the same, yet so different from the rest) Dear Siren, where might you lead me now?
(I am at your whim) Direct me to the treacherous banks, so cold and unforgiving, or place me in the warm serenity of your arms, so distant yet omnipotent.
(I follow the Wind) But the Wind follows you, you guide with unwavering tenacity.
(Tell me now) Sweet Siren, what is your plan for me?
(Am I yet Another) A poor player in his hour of spotlight?
(All these thoughts) They consume my being until there is only fear.
(Fear of the future) Fear of your enigmatic hold on my Ship, where I hold my deepest treasures.

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