They walked with their head held up high
And their hearts with their love on the line
But accepted the voices and loved her choices
But then it all was coming down
Like a crashing of the waves.
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The ocean is my current and I am the reality
PoetryThe sea opened like a flame And then broke the glass of the picture frame And all the pieces fell on the floor Except for the rose who wanted nothing More than to piece the heart of the story back together But except these two lovers Were the...
