So rides my soul upon the sea
That drinks the howling ships
Through in black jest it bows and nods
Under the moon with silver rods
I know it is roaring at the gods
Waiting for the last eclipse . . .
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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