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The love I have for you is like the ocean   It pushes and pulls, crashes and flows   It is calm but it is also stormy and unpredictable
Oh! Bringer of water, thou hast lost me! Why must I cry for help that fades Into a deeper abyss I flee
an exhausted skelleton  merely clanking, rotting bones huming hushed whispered memories walking along this dark enclosed tunnel lost and forgotten  the purposes  the motivation of continuing
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