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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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