As I come across the ragged sea,
I see two beautiful women at the angry sea.
They are as beautiful as daffodils in the green grass.
I see them
I cannot break from the sight.
All of a sudden, the mighty storm comes.
Are they illusions,
Used to get sailors off their true paths?
Do I be tempted to fall under their spell?
Then, a miracle of miracles,
As the sea parts
A light shine as a beacon.
I follow it as a puppy to a boy.
Then I come to shore,
My sip safe and undamaged.
Then i see two dames
With beauty that tempts a male virgin,
And hair as long as uncut grass.
Are these more illusions?
They come,
One has her soft hand touch my cheek,
And gives a giggle in the process.
The other a kiss with her bright, red lips.
It's like melted ice cream,
Wet and sweet.
If this nirvana,
Then by god, I am ready.
I am now at peace.
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