In my version of the story Nemo makes out with aronnax Below the surface of the oceans In the uncharted, murky depths In those lower regions of this world Where the cruel light reaches not They kiss and touch, and kiss again Oh, and then distroy some battle-ships
In captain nemo's study That red velvet lounge After those symbolical cigars They take turns playing that big organ Wild symphonics that shake the walls
In my version of the story On that old loveboat "nautilus (t) " They are cruising happily forever Oh, and blowing battle-ships to dust