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The Kelp - Small Sur
Oh the ocean swells
How sweetly she smells
Crawling about
And drawing me out
And the kelp weaves her
Way into my scalp
Rootin' down and in
Her arms shades of purple
Yellow and green
Then with tide rising
We scamper for the cliffs
Laughing our feet are getting wet
Then I hear a snap
I let out a gasp
Crushed the kelp my dearest kin
My savior my seed of existence
So we walk on back
Through petroleum pools
Footprints washed away by tide
But I can't forget
Oh those lives did I end
At sunset on that beach I killed
Some lovely young
Floral blood was spilled
