In my eternal dream

I lie awake off the coast of Cadiz

In an opium den, with Spanish women, their red baskets

The sound of the sea, like a gypsy’s plea

How white sails blend to even whiter clouds

Calling to me

Who so turns as I?

They’d said long ago no one shall pass

Perhaps the reason they stay

Close to their gods and singing sirens

Lured me in.

As some set sail for honesty

I have filled my head with mystery

Now Phoenician sailors sing

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