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A gift, a stone, shaped by love's tides
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
From our old flame that will not sleep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides
The old are all by cruel world tried
And endlessly no heart can weep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
He fell in love when she first sighed
She tossed his token on her heap
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.
The lovely doll was tossed aside
Her owner searched for passion deep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
The mother weeps: in earth it abides
Doctors could not her babe in her keep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.
I’ll wait for you till I have died
Remembering your sea-ward leap.
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides
*this is another experimentation with a new genre, despite it's sombriety*
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