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Doom was your love, yet he walked
To the pebbled shore, and rode
The waves, and expensed
His left time, of regret
‘tell I’ll love her, miss her
And bring her as I rise
When I ‘ll drink the sea,’ and said
To bring rum, as salt will make him numb.
Now he will rose to you, come to garden
As flowers will grow from his decaying corpse
Come quick as tides are rising again
And gulls are fleeing to their freedom.
At the bottom, creature will tear him
‘wish I had died in your arms, as your tears
Quenched my thirst”.
“Ah! Kiss me with your heat, when I’m just an image.”
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