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I wandered away on a stormy sea
For you were oceans away from me And I grow tired of lonely dreams, Tired of dwelling in lonely dreams. Deep in the waves I will find what I seek The peace of the dead in a dark seas keep Far from the storm that mocks my sleep Far from the storm that rocks you to sleep... A night you will wake from the depths of dreams To a sky full of tears for what cannot be And a wind that warns of unspeakable things, That warns in her wail of things that will be. Heed not the warning these messengers bring Follow the treacherous laugh of the sea For it will bring you again to me For I would have you again with me.
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