May be...

May be I'll come
to your land, to your home
look to the river againe,
very before I'v been walk here alone
now I miss airplane.

May be I'll refreigh submarine
if to your city its commes,
I like it very but nautical rhythm
now I'm more ever fan.

Mary, o Mary I'll pray you like priest,
Like many sailors before
Or I'll steal you again, and Paris
waits but I don't like to force...


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