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Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. Water, water, everywhere, But not a drop to drink! Mister potman, do you have a letter for me
from my own true love lost at sea? — The Decemberists, "Lost at Sea"
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