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BUCCANEER'S LAMENT
You could have been my prize—
My spoil of war, my plundered love
I saw it in your eyes—
You had no fear of gods above
You were my pirate’s fee—
A bijou from the shore of France
The ransom for your fleet—
Though little did it help their chance
With all the lure of gold—
Too fair were you, my point of pride,
To molder in the hold—
You’d weather better at my side
The jewel of salty seas—
So jealous were the sails of night
That I had caught the breeze—
And leashed the very soul of flight
In counterfeit embrace—
Like stolen silk, your gauzy touch
Left tracks across my face—
My treasure trove, I hoarded such
I promised naught at all—
No shackles would I wear for you
That hubris dreams can maul—
This saying could not be more true
And in exchange you stole—
One gem I never meant to lose
You claimed it as your toll—
A crime that I could not accuse
You quickly flew my cage—
I, casual spirit, let you go
And locked my heart away—
Lest I should ever let you know
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