Floating along with the tides of water
with a feeling of silent whisper
Touch of memories of the ancient times
A love I can not forget

Mystery could not hold back when I seek.
With no passion, the memories become nightmare
Once sweet but now as bitter as bile
Wishing it never did happen

But do I sit and watch my sunshine vanish?
Little do I know there can be a greater day
Once I watch for a rainy day where Love
Where love could stand without being a black lamb.

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