When all your losing wins
Are gone.
Then I want to find
A place to repose.
Like laying in the
Water.
Till you fall asleep.
Will you kiss me goodbye?
At least.
When all my hardships
Lose their youth.
Don't let the tide go out
Without me.
Because the tired
Face
In a lonely room,
Is hardly what I need.
We search endlessly for
A state of repose.
Let the lady
I've never known
Who loves me,
Like there's no-one else,
Be mine.
Let me watch the trees
In the wind.
For a time without end.
Shadows start darkening.
The sunny face,
There once was.
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