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Upon the Bay

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You have grown,
But here I stay.
Waiting sorrowful,
Upon the bay.
Tides roll in,
And tides roll out.
But here I am,
Wandering about.
Without your hand,
To lead the way.
Here I am,
Waiting sorrowful,
Upon the bay.
Not wanting to know,
What tomorrow brings.
As my life ripples,
like the outcast of water rings.
Upon this night
I wait for the chance,
To see, to feel, to hear
You next to me.
And until the day,
Here I wait,
Upon the bay.





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