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Here I stand toes in sand waiting on the shore The sky is dim the clouds roll in I know what is in store There! I see, it comes for me A wave ten stories tall If I flee, it will catch me But if I stay, I fall Impending doom will be here soon so what now do I do? I'll not retreat nor stay my feet I'll instead...try something new Oh, threatening wave, oh promising grave so powerful, fright'ning and large although I'm scared and unprepared I'll meet you, with a charge and if this be death, my final breath at least you must agree you master of fears, purveyor of tears You could not frighten me.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Swept Away
Here I stand toes in sand waiting on the shore The sky is dim the clouds roll in I know what is in store There! I see, it comes for me A wave ten stories tall If I flee, it will catch me But if I stay, I fall Impending doom will be here soon so what now do I do? I'll not retreat nor stay my feet I'll instead...try something new Oh, threatening wave, oh promising grave so powerful, fright'ning and large although I'm scared and unprepared I'll meet you, with a charge and if this be death, my final breath at least you must agree you master of fears, purveyor of tears You could not frighten me.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
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