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I was in the middle of the dark ocean,

Laying at my boat,

 sighting the beautiful sun,

Every move I take,

Every hope I make.


It was deep and scary,

The hope is slowly getting blurry,

Should i keep hoping?

Or should i let it sink?


Where moon does exist,

It was wonderful and i can't resist,

If I keep on wishing,

Does this hardship vanish?


Until I saw the land,

And I can finally play with sand,

Hoping its stay forever,

Forever and ever.

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