If there are plenty of fish in the sea,
I've found the greatest catch,
A hole covering seventy percent of my heart,
And she has just the right scales to patch,
It is for her that oysters make pearls,
Because she is too good for gold,
Even the devil couldn't outdo her,
So to she his soul was sold,
The song of the whale can't be translated,
Because the language is mostly dead,
But to the best of my knowledge,
They sing she needs a crown on her head,
The moon reflects right off the water,
For her just as a spotlight,
Because even when the land goes dark,
The world still wants her in sight,
Ships wreck to furnish her waters,
Bringing beauty to her sandy floor,
Cannot be caught because to the fishermen,
She is the ultimate lure,
She rules the sea along with my world,
Releasing her toxic fish love potion,
Only few know the truth that she not the moon,
Is the cause of the waves in the ocean.
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