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stosh ' Her Face'
She lives by the Sea,
And walks on the Beach.
An Island somewhere,
So far outta reach.
A bottle is tossed,
A message within.
On the Seven Seas,
Where has it been?
Storms on the rise,
Sand washed away.
Notes under glass,
Meant for display.
I wait for the Tides,
A longing reply.
Here I will stay,
Till Oceans run dry.
Paradise of glass,
An Island of pain.
Left all alone,
Hard to maintain.
Bottles may roam,
Notes that tell all.
Storms have a story,
Wait for their call.
She lives by the Sea,
But never a trace.
Oh, what I'd give,
To again see her face!
And walks on the Beach.
An Island somewhere,
So far outta reach.
A bottle is tossed,
A message within.
On the Seven Seas,
Where has it been?
Storms on the rise,
Sand washed away.
Notes under glass,
Meant for display.
I wait for the Tides,
A longing reply.
Here I will stay,
Till Oceans run dry.
Paradise of glass,
An Island of pain.
Left all alone,
Hard to maintain.
Bottles may roam,
Notes that tell all.
Storms have a story,
Wait for their call.
She lives by the Sea,
But never a trace.
Oh, what I'd give,
To again see her face!
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