i can smell the sea air. ah, the sea...the blessedest thing that God created in the seven days. the rest of my days i'm going to spend on the sea. and when i die, i'm going to die there, on the sea, that sea! one day out on the ocean i will die. i will die with my hand in the hand of some good-looking nice ship's doctor with a small blonde moustache. and he'll have a silver watch, and he'll look at his silver watch, and sadly say: "poor lady." i'll be buried at sea. dropped overboard, sewn up in a clean white shroud. at the stroke of noon on the blaze of summer into an ocean as blue as my first love's eyes.
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