Tides
the crescent moon shines on the sand
the tide washes on the beach
my lover and I walk hand in hand
on all that used to be
a sand dollar that is broken
lays underneath my feet
and days gone by rest resolutely
on tides that softly sweep
many days pass quickly
tides ebb and they will flow
and memories of yesterday
will come and they will go
on a sandy deserted beach
love falters out at sea
and tides of passion bring them back
on all that used to be
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