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tide of waves with thundering clouds ahead,
rain pours down the cheeks of a down head,
holding his love in death full of pain,
wash away the blood with the splattering rain,
draped clothing in the mud turning brown,
small streams form as he looks down,
crumbled heart beats not more,
but the blood flows to an inch of the shore,
being part of the soil she still lives,
as the sun shines with warmth it gives,
grow into the trees roots spreading leaves,
to live another life watching to who believes.