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The tide rolls in, the tide pulls out, with every wave I'm drowning no doubt, totally surrounded, pulled deep in the undertow, my senses unfounded,
but you're where I want to go,
I'm thrashing and paddling, I'm searching for air, the current I'm straddling will take me somewhere, without reason I flow away from the shore;
Diving with intention?
I've never done that before.
If love is an ocean
I'm best left on the shore
I mindlessly dipped my toes in
And now I'll fade away to maritime lore

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