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A Brave: yet Sad: or Happy: Tale to Adventure
A heart lost once spoken; a dream of ever life lasting more.
Seated in the darkest hour, facing the mirror to see the sun.
Mind before the calm, looking to see the sky's.
O feel the rain that falls beneath.
The birds long took flight.
Wishing over the lost waves shaped in smiles tender and dear to depart from the shore.
Like a broken glass shimmering and wavering by the stormy wind, dreaming of what could have been.
Only to see a reflection on the sea, with hope to raise sail.