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and you love, you're right there
fragile frail smile, seeming austere
how that I could ache, so wantonly
beautiful with a lip, quirked slighty
and yet no wind stirs your tresses
it's the same gaze out onto open air
are you a dream, a memory that remains
why don't I care so, and indulge again
here I am now, standing upon sand
each second poignant, yet not the same
the tide is coming, steal my footing
whilst I relive the memory daydreaming
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