the rain in the ocean
the tears in the sea
the sand on the beach
and you here with me
the cold wind falters
it stings with the salt
the taste on my lips
like lemon and malt
the rain in my eyes
brings tears down my face
it weaves down my hair
in platinum lace
and you here with me
we wander like waves
we flow in and out,
with this tide we are slaves
~R. Harder
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