Once I saw the level sea
rise and fall with an own tranquillity
but like it my life wasn't made
to act only obediently
and sometimes storm tossed on a reckless tide
where waters crashing rise and wane
I send out my love letters far and wide
to have you back with me again
and even if your loving does not humbly lave,
at times I yearn for the crushing crueller wave.
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