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I do not want to be a seeker,
I want to be found.
I've been looking too,
waiting in vain prey.
As the siren
on the high seas.
I will sing,
and when I open my mouth.
Listeners overwhelmed,
the sound of my voice the power of a gun.

It is such a surprise,
that no one expects.
Think I'm
writer, but the singer
I was born.
The deep waters of the sirens.