Beneath the tossing turning waves,
Though we’ve left but a hollow grave;
I tell you all these things I feel,
And wait for you to see the seal.
The seal of love between our lips,
The chase of lies across these fingertips;
Could you possibly walk these paths so long,
To find somewhere we both call home.
Whats left of all these thoughtless memories,
These paths of watery tempest seas;
You cannot love what you do not know
Foreshadowed by both I am left alone.
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