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Oh...

Oh...

...Not fair...

...A tale for drowning souls on higher grounds...

...As evil wishes play their game...

...It’s like the joy of lying naked in the sand...

...And yet no reason to constrain...

Sleeping as she took herself to the ground

While the questions are waiting in time

Praying for answers and moments that pass

On her shoulders the burden

Let her see her final morning

For a while she gets too far

For the lifespan of a teardrop

Will this sunrise take her heart

And a lapse of reason then

For the beauty of the end?

“Fare thee well, my sweet Atlantis

For our paths will cross again

This goodbye now will not last

And the day of my return

Is so sure as it can be”

...And she starts to smile again...