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Quietly the water flows around the bend

I stop and ask, "When will it end?"

The wind screams restlessly in my ear

Warning me of a danger coming near

How much longer do I fear

And can only think of those most dear

The current seems to catch my cries

Fear flashes away from bewildered eyes

Quiet the water has become again

Fate I thought gave me the desolate end

Now my soul has to befriend

The girl who sits by herself in the dark

Who sings with the beauty of a lark

But tainted and torn she has become

None of the beauty remains with the setting sun

I ask her, "Am I the one to be all alone?

For my kindred spirit is waiting to come home."

Then she says with a smile,

"You can't go back, your heart was too senile."

Then as I sit and scream

I finally awake realizing it was only a dream