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ROARING TIDE
- Louder
is the sound from the roaring tide
- Waves are billowing, ever so high
- Drenched I am, yes bedraggle
- In this endless mountain of trouble
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- No
ease from the hissing, piercing sound
- I am all alone, no one around
- Darkness falls on this mystic beach
- Tired I am, but no where to sleep
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- Sinking
in the moving sand
- Reaching out for stable land,
- Farther I grasp, the more I sink
- Eyes are opening, I begin to think
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- Suddenly
awakening from this dreadful dream
- As I continue to shout and scream,
- Even now, completely out of this trans
- The meaning of this, I still don’t understand!
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