Hear the song
Their feet move by themselves
Their eyes see what is ahead, not what is behind them
In their minds, they can think of only one thing.
The song stops when they see her
She welcomes them with a warm smile
But this smile is deciving.
Soon they are surrounded
The only song that can be heard are those of the screams of the sailors
Now the only son that can be heard are sirens bringing out new victims.
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