In Essence

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I sit beside the sea
In the coastline of salt and sand
And far out onto my horizon
My heart reaches its broken hand

And skies merely stared at my predicament
Magnificent in its flow,
The sea as its equivalent
Protecting me from snow

I remember what you did here
How you took off my crown
And as my blood settles down
I start my quest to drown

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