...I could fail, and you can wonder-when

              We’re gonna do this again?
      You want to, and then,
    That meticulous pull on my yester-sin?

        We into shipwrecks tonight?
            You’d need a ship-wright to understand.
        Don’t flail if you can’t stand

        On the beach of back-then;
            My chagrin can’t be your pirate-den:
        To sate you, I’d be shaved-of-brow—

    So, I string the sail.
      I could fail, and you can wonder-when—
              But it arghn’t gonna be now.

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