Slowly Drifting

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Slowly drifting.
The sun shining upon me.
The sea carrying me.
Small waves lapping
at my lifeless body.

Hear the song of the wide ocean.
Won't someone accompany me?
All the way through the
sun and the rain
and the mist
until I drift into your arms,
back home.

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