The sea, a symphony of silent waves
Embraces the earth‘s gentle curve
Autumn‘s blend with autumn‘s blend
Thine love, thine image, thine dream doth softly sigh
To love each other is to embrace the lonely pain
That moment then, seems but a fleeting breath
To love thee, thou leavest a lasting mark
Marking thine hand in mine, holding thine song.
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