Draw a line upon the sand
that devides a beating heart.
look across the angry seas.
curse the thing that keeps us apart
how I wish I was as the gull
that spreads it wings in flight.
Curse these feet that hold me down
when I yearn for you tonight
Someday I pray to take your hand
and the wooded trails we'll walk.
How ill look into your eyes
when in quiet tones we talk.
Not always devided by the sea
Then together we shall be
from a place where no sun shone
To walk the forest paths alone
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