Every great man
Is certainly drawn
By the woman who's
Waterly born.
That unspeakable price,
Though,
Which aye lies in demise.
For his better or worse
To him ever deeply beknownst.
Yet,
at the bottom of heart,
Till death do them apart,
Resides some unquenchable hope,
Of the siren steering his boat.
Man s demise
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