He had left hurrily, leaving nothing but his sail, on the horizon
Shaky signature, to the vivid nature of our souls, you moron
On the pier, i laid down, the letter in my hand, falling words of ink
The squall of the night, in one bite, had left all of the past sink
May you drown, with your misteries, man of sweet words
Let me drown, with my memories, of sad vibrating chords
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