Down by a once and bitter sea
Joy was a game we used to play.
Once was a bitter and bright day
For you and for me.
Our castles against the slow waves
Stood-crumbled and were caves
Again. In our laughter then we knew,
I think, that joy would always be
A game we played beside the sea.
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