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Dawn has risen and dusk has fallen, There goes the

Dawn has risen and dusk has fallen, There goes the days past, So quickly like the summer breeze, Not giving me the chance to feel it on my seas. One after the other, News of the southern flyer finding its route, To its eternal home of bliss, Not giving me the chance to catch a glimpse, Of the sky or the scene. It hasn't healed as much, no it has not, The colours of the tulips and the teal, My mind amidst a sea of vibrance, Yet struggling to find the lightest of shade. The rivers are ready, for the wedded brides, To skim across like the leaves, The eyes act the act of happiness, With all of the world's oceans, Trickling down the bearded cheeks. A lonely walk across the beach, And a cork of bottle a bottle of wine pops, Celebrations they had, the soul of mine sitting on the edge of a cliff, Quitely witnessing a long wished dream, That never was written to be fullfilled. A long walk back to the tent, With the song of waves and the lullably of the wind, Anchors down the mind and the soul, Sinking down to the depths of the unknown. Sits still..
Dawn has risen and dusk has fallen, There goes the days past, So quickly like the summer breeze, Not giving me the chance to feel it on my seas. One after the other, News of the southern flyer finding its route, To its eternal home of bliss, Not giving me the chance to catch a glimpse, Of the sky or the scene. It hasn't healed as much, no it has not, The colours of the tulips and the teal, My mind amidst a sea of vibrance, Yet struggling to find the lightest of shade. The rivers are ready, for the wedded brides, To skim across like the leaves, The eyes act the act of happiness, With all of the world's oceans, Trickling down the bearded cheeks. A lonely walk across the beach, And a cork of bottle a bottle of wine pops, Celebrations they had, the soul of mine sitting on the edge of a cliff, Quitely witnessing a long wished dream, That never was written to be fullfilled. A long walk back to the tent, With the song of waves and the lullably of the wind, Anchors down the mind and the soul, Sinking down to the depths of the unknown. Sits still..
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