Gold is in the sunsets,
And lies we tell in darkness,
Blood and surf are well met,
Like mates we haven't slain yet,
Sails and skulls are white,
And rum at dawn's alright
When sun's burning down,
So hot you'd rather drown,
Tavern girls and stolen gold,
Fade so pale like ivory,
Pirate lives soon run cold,
But they live on in infamy.
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