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The Tide
The tide is coming in
and the waves
shift me to the ground
Besides the echo of the ocean my cries are the only sound
My state of mind is like the seagulls
Flying high above the shore
Drifting away I loose sense of reality
and inside I'm growing weak
and the waves
shift me to the ground
Besides the echo of the ocean my cries are the only sound
My state of mind is like the seagulls
Flying high above the shore
Drifting away I loose sense of reality
and inside I'm growing weak
Published 25th Aug 2013
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