Prompt omitted.
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With no name, with none he'll remember
in the end. A lost world, a lost home.
I want no more, I want to leave the city;
but the city still lives, and you are still living
with me.
And in my arms, that no living thing can touch.
To all the world, I have not left my home.
I will go on the sea, and the sea knows me.
I am a child of the sea, a child with no land
to stay.
But in me, and my love, the city grows
to be bigger than it's ever been,
and you were never born.
As I walk among your ships,
with my body of sea sand and flesh of flesh,
I take hold of you in mine.
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