When turmoil is heavier as the power of the sea.
Talking loud speaking truth.
It asks my maiden name.
I respond of its irony of why thy shall ask something he aint willing to let out.
He responds with a let out a shout.
Crys me his power
Throws me a trout
For when I ask him same question
Irony flies out
Talking loud speaking truth.
It asks my maiden name.
I respond of its irony of why thy shall ask something he aint willing to let out.
He responds with a let out a shout.
Crys me his power
Throws me a trout
For when I ask him same question
Irony flies out
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