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ArtistWhy do you sit there All clean and shaven Cool sea breeze winter Not this or there (Was that not what you said last September?) You unfurl your sail (Yellow too) And head not for sea But cloister your water by your side And tip your hat to an angel (Pink, I think, it was) Bow then Stern as maybe Your secret of a ship named Shiatan