There were sirens everywhere
and with the sweetest eyes
they tangled their claws in your grenadine hair
and you drifted
sweet as flowers from a creek
I've found not long ago
under the rocks of old
and I was sunk to the knees
I look up the clouds below
you're always out of reach
away from the sirens
now they weep their leafy tears
and with the saddest grin
I kill my fantasies
for you to swim
I see sirens on the halls
and leave a faintly sigh
the waves ran their hands through your grenadine hair
and I drowned
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