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Waves Swimming alone in an unknown sea Waves of mystery wash over me. A merciful undertow of forgetfulness flows From the depths from the bottom drowning my woes. The rythme of tides that flow from a lumious moon Bless me and keep me and wash me up soon. Let me once again stand upon white sacred shores Where all wounds are healed and all still adored. Run my feet in the sands of eternal bliss Cool in the spray, a supernal mist.
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