PROSE VII

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[𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫.]

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See me once again,

The sunset and thine evening stars; let there be no tears,even if its hard,let me lastly leave my mark,thus, one name clear can loudly call for me,when I put out toss deep into thy sea

t'was tiring when moving seems asleep,the long wait for the withdrew from thy boundless wave- so complicated, so deep,too full for sound and groan,turns again- I'm finally home.

Twilight and evening bell, to forever rest so I won't feel hell. may there be no tears in sadness of my greatest farewell and surely after thee dark,meet me again my friend; when you start to embark.

For tho' from out thy bourne of thee Time and Date on my resting Place, I hope for once thy journey to see my visible pilot- face to face.

oh, this decision may bear me far, but when I have cross thine bar; happiness shall all it be- the pain of thy past still live a scar for me.

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