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A lonely light in bed
If repeats to roam wild plants to thrive
I wouldn't take for granted
Men who cheat or go wrong 'till night

That can wait, 'till salty arms
Of a soldier or a slave
Please call and take me on
A ship, or boat, take me from this place

I can hardly fit it in a couple of words
(take me from this place)
I came to find it in a matter of days

I took a boat to eat at a priestess
That could greet me all on the sand
He led me to a gate, you enter once, but never leave
These brackish ways surround me and i have no exit

He's calling me mistique, take me back to solid land!