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The Rose of Navire, Part the Second

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Anonymous
Dark eyes, not mine. She drinks wine.
 
Not with me. She's gone to sea.
 
How dare she leave me? Doesn't she see me?
 
I'll go stand on the quay. For a week and a (what rhymes with quay?).\n\n(Needs more pathos. Maybe some blood imagery or heart stuff.)