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Mine is a body that should die at sea / And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me, / All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh, / Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,- / Not wait till I've been dead for a year!