De La Crote
I was thinking of the Bermuda triangle and thought of an island in the middle there - "De La Crote". I know a weird name. And it kinda sounds like a song.
With trees filled with livid.
That island is called by a lady with a song, De La Crote,
De La Crote is the island with tears filled with sorrow, De La Crote.
By the island is an ocean filled with tears of revolution,
Is a whirlpool in a sea,
That is the size of a bee,
That can only be seen by the lonely ocean.
By the whirlpool tis' a maiden,
With eyes filled with a dreading,
But somber never sleeps, though the island's just a speck,
That's all that's left,
De La Crote.
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