My love Santa Marie and Santa Marie, is not here. She lost her way on the rocky shores of Gitchee Gumee. She lost her grand sails and all she had-- when her husband, the grand captain 'J John Z'--- passed. Passed--- into that glorious night, all she had left was the boat, boat named Santa Marie. Passed--- into that glorious night. He built light houses for her and she decorated them. He built nourishment for her and she ate at it all. She built nothing but she thought she was something. In the end she was just kidding her self that she had a life without Jimmy.---Jimmy John Z. Jimmy John Z was his name. Not his birth name, mind you. Just his name. A name that when she heard it, it all but startled her the first time. Captain John Z was his title. And it kept her warm all those years as she pined away a life in her own mind. That is where she lived in her own mind. One day, some day he would tell her the secret, the awful secret that kept them apart.
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