To you, my mind will always stray. And in my dreams, your eyes beckon dolefully. In truth, you find you cannot stay. You look, but not for me, in dreams of lovers, by the sea. Somwhere I am set afloat, no sight of land. No hope, of embrace, by my sweet long passed on. Somewhere waves crash, and I wait for you, to look for me again. To dream of my eyes, beckoning you.
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To Elia-In my fondest dreams, the tides draw us close again.
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