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My voice, is heard up to the end of the universe.
Many are seduced by my Sirens.
I'm caressed by unfamiliar hands.
Raving nations and barbarian tribes.
But you are tied to the mast,
My Ulysses
Your ears are also clogged with wax
You are standing (what are you waiting for?)
Impassive, silent and lonely.
You do not see the boat leaking, sinking?
Better dive into the sea and come to find me.
Is it then better you to be drown there tied?
Are you afraid of grabbing me of my hair
And of pulling me into the depths?
I am a mermaid and my glance is killing.
Snakes in my hair are poisoning you.
Stoned your heart because of me.
Forked my tongue is hissing,
As it is caressing your face
I called you with a thousand names.
I 'm screaming so loud,
That my voice is heard down to Hades.
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