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Bring Me a Song
Waves are depositing debris
of ocean glass smoothly polished.
Bring me a song, notes to right wrong;
nature's rhythm firmly established.
Waves are lapping at my bare feet,
seagulls competing for the spoil.
Notes to right wrong, bring me a song
to orchestrate this daily toil.
Waves are haunting nostalgia glimpse,
my waking hours - torturously.
Bring me a song, notes to right wrong;
second chance given fortuitously.
Waves are carrying morning mist,
wisps of people's forgotten dreams.
Notes to right wrong, bring me a song
for the hearts with golden threat seems.
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