The dark cold salty breeze grasps me
Deafening are the screams of those around me
But not me
Nothing can compare to the sound of her voice
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I can only see her
What a fair maiden she must be
But I feel it
The turmoil, my insides they move
As if a pile of rope is being untwined
Her eyes how gorgeous
Like fine jems glistening in the moonlight
What beauty she holds
My eyes they fade as if she's disappearing
Why must I suffer
I can't see her
I can't hear her
I can't feel her
What is this agony
I am not free