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Gone

The sea has fled, swept away in the night.
I am left here to wonder at its flight.
Endless sands spread across the expanse;
With every whispering, they advance.

Where e're I look they stand;
As far as my eye can see.
I did not think such an empty land
Could ever come to be.

But it is no emptier than my life,
No more desolate than my heart.
For one has felt the pain of the knife,
And the other is torn apart.

My Love has fled, just as the sea.
Fled far, far from this land;
I know not what caused him to flee,
Leaving me here to stand.

He has fled to death's dark shore.
Here I'll see him nevermore.
He has taken all the ocean, all the sea.
Why could he not have taken me?

Why must I on this shore stay;
When all I wish is to flee away?
There is nothing left for me here,
Nothing that I hold so dear.

I cry out, with everything in me,
"GONE."
The ocean of sand echoes back to me,
"gone."
I am left here, my love has gone.
I have no choice but to go on.

I turn away from the windswept sands.
I will return here nevermore.
I will search out some other land,
Seeking for another shore.

As I wander, I shall cry;
Until I've wept an ocean wide.
'Til every tear has turned dry
Or mixed itself into the brine.

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