I love this song.
It hits home more and more as I approach the age I never expected to achieve.
I picture myself standing atop a mountain of sand, pirate hat cocked jauntily 'pon my head, eye firmly patched, a rubber sword brandished high above my head, shouting like Lear in the teeth of the storm...
I. Regret. NOTHING.
Yet.
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If you were here... I would bake you a cake. A pirate cake.
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