Standing by the shore;
The tides hitting me more,
Washing away the dirt from my feet;
Still clinging on to what's underneath.
How do I set myself free?
I ask, "Will I ever be glee?"
The crimson sky engulfs the monstrous sea;
Exacting and taming the power of the moon.
The distant homecoming ship becomes blind to me;
I go back and wait for my sailor to rescue me soon.
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