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May I last
--------------- Drifting waves with diamond crests, Reflecting stars from golden days, Washing the sand of prehistoric ways Carry my sin away from all watching gaze. Telling tales of heroes lost, The sky glitters with its lore filled light. Which story is mine? Am I worthy this night? Of a tale to be told or am I lacking in might? Can I ever be good enough in life To no longer have these unnatural fears. Ocean borne stories each child nightly hears Of long lost legends, by tellings, live years, My name, will it ever, be written up there With those legends who possess the sky? Despite my corruption, will I ever fly, Will I ever, with immortals, in peace, die? Let me not be forever here beached But carry my dreams on cresting waves To at least one child, perhaps my legend stays. My soul, they'll forget, its wicked ways.
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