ramblings and things

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He was a tramp steamer mate,
She an Amsterdam whore
That he met in a street bar
On a few hours leave ashore.
They pretended they were lovers,
Maybe a new husband and wife
And, just for a few hours tried
To live a day in that life.
He wined her and dined her
Tried to do everything right
Booked a hotel room
Just for that night.
And she played her part.
Even whispered his name,
Maybe for a little while
Even forgot it was a game.
When he left her in the morning
He said I'll see you again;
She nodded as she walked away
But neither said where or when.

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