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Only a rock in the ocean I am
The weathering waves around me wash
My nights are lonely my nights are noisy
I yearn to see her, her attention in the skies
I prepare a flower my moon to surprise
Tonight is the night, a married night
And all Is set to see my moon
The sun shone whole my flowers pale
I wondered what more befitting
My moon to surprise
The night is come
In her regalia the moon
In her silvery colour
Three stars her shinning waist held
My night will be long, the tempest the storm
A night, a special night
A lonely night, though my moon was up
A flower died twice in my hand
A life
A lonely life of a rock in the ocean
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