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Do you awaken earlier than the birds call to seek the face of your moon before the sun replaces his throne in the sky?
Do you wrestle with your covers tossing about yearning for his return to your sandy bed?
Your moon has no trace to chase beside maybe a shadowy silhouette that reveals some of his face.
And your sway remains forever only pulled by his gravity. When the day comes that he returns will your waves cease?
Whatever your cause, lady ocean, it's a dedicated life to inspire, to desire, and be willing to wait forever.
To be as the beauty of just one of your waves would be lovely.
But you and I both know that as you sway for only one, with the entire oceans' dedication so will I, for my heart is won.
Do you awaken earlier than the birds call to seek the face of your moon before the sun replaces his throne in the sky?
Do you wrestle with your covers tossing about yearning for his return to your sandy bed?
Your moon has no trace to chase beside maybe a shadowy silhouette that reveals some of his face.
And your sway remains forever only pulled by his gravity. When the day comes that he returns will your waves cease?
Whatever your cause, lady ocean, it's a dedicated life to inspire, to desire, and be willing to wait forever.
To be as the beauty of just one of your waves would be lovely.
But you and I both know that as you sway for only one, with the entire oceans' dedication so will I, for my heart is won.