Lost Love

March 20, 2011
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Angels of the deep
Messengers unto this alien land
All of the same band
We know not how to keep

These are the elite
Our buffer is the sand
Such of which needs not our hand
And still we like to meet

They were ours once
The turquoise waves a friend
And the language of song was known
‘Till our love we did hurt
Our embrace we did not send
This watery landscape became their home

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