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Thistle, Ambient, Regret

She saw the hungry oceans

Rushing toward the kingdom

Of the shore with full force

In the scarlet rays of the sun

Pouring on the parched land

And turned her ship again

Toward the unpathed waters

Alone, all alone, evermore.  

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