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Why I swim.


 No night goes by that I don't hear her call.

I swoon in bright moonlight as her serenades fall.

An eerie aria or crooned caterwaul.

Near here? In my ear? Or is she at all?


 Like a long lullaby, I sleep so intensely.

Her song fills the sky, inspiring immensely.

A tear to an eye, I try singing, densely,

but the notes are so high, my squeaking suspends me.


 This sweet sirens' song I perceive every eve.

Serene and and soul strong, even evil seas' take reprieve.

Her gift I receive, only because I believe,

whether peeved, grieved or relieved, my heart she'll retrieve.

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