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Miranda, The Tempest by John Waterhouse

Lost...

I look upon a stormy sea
whispering to my lover
return to me

Expecting no answer
no remorse or regret
I stand alone forever..yet

My heart still beats
how can this be?
For my lover lost at sea

As decades fade
one by one
I long to see one small glimpse
of the sun

But all I see
is a stormy sea
With my own echoes
returning to me

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