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The Gray Lady
Across a ghost ships bow, waves of shadows pass by that haunt me, puzzle me, rampant are gray ghosts. I sighed as I sighted them, please do you know me? As cannot I touch you, though I do remember you be I kidnapped perhaps, aboard this a ghost ship. Our first day out of Portland, Yarmouth bound aboard this old ghost ship that sails the oceans.
I must maintain sensibility, as my imagination runs wild in my mind I fear a gray ghost leads me my darkest nights gray ghosts with baleful shadows danced relentlessly on wooden planks above my head. Ghost waves must I fear, I see through brass portholes that freely pass before me, above, across my useless limbs breakthrough iron shackles pinned to a wooden-bulkhead.
I was set free on this ship at sea to sail upon a Gray Lady that rocked me back to sleep as it waits in my lost dreams. On this gray ghost treasures to behold, worlds of pleasure seduced by a ghost ship that has rocked me back to sleep to sail with pirates and sailors of worth this ocean blue.
Who do I wake, sanely tell and recall these long nights safe from gray ghosts on waves at sea? I fear no more that cradled me, rocked back to sleep to dream again here beside gray shadows in the night. Yes, I dance!
My imagination is definitely and possibly too blame. I know gray ghosts will dance with you if you dare. Aboard a ship at sea, I too wait on old gray ghosts lost at sea where I was told not to dance anymore!
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