Come visit me again old friend,
here on the shores of Black Water Bay,
where lifeless bodies are washed up,
and memories of our times in the sun
drown in salt water tears.
I long for the nights we spent,
here at Black Water,
for the stones tossed now
shackle onto our ankles
and drag us into the depths.

And soon shall we take our places
here at the Bay,
and commit our bodies to the br...

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