It was November. It was cold; below the seasonal average, the weather forecast said. The wind swept the dead leaves along in gusts. The sky was a cold, clear blue. Really not the weather to be put
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Ocean waves cry mist
Perpetual frustration
Grains steeped with their tears
My ukulele
Eternal oscillation
She weeps for me now
Who carries your ache
You no longer feel the rain
Stop running, coward
Find the dawn, Sunset
I can feel you searching, Dusk
Twilight grows closer
Look to the ocean
See how he mourns gracefully
Be ever humble
Listen to my muse
Hear how she writes my sorrow
Sing a pale echo
On this shore I wait
For that fortune windy gale
To deliver you
Perpetual frustration
Grains steeped with their tears
My ukulele
Eternal oscillation
She weeps for me now
Who carries your ache
You no longer feel the rain
Stop running, coward
Find the dawn, Sunset
I can feel you searching, Dusk
Twilight grows closer
Look to the ocean
See how he mourns gracefully
Be ever humble
Listen to my muse
Hear how she writes my sorrow
Sing a pale echo
On this shore I wait
For that fortune windy gale
To deliver you