A long, long time. Won't you come along?

In the land of Deja Vu, where everything gets to you.
All their stories make you weep
Treasures of the past, wished not keep.
The Oceanids scream "Come with me";
entrancing, passionately romancing
Locked in by the undertow;
only way out is to give them your soul.

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