I have come back here to see,
What love has meant to me.
Your face I see when I go back,
The many colors of the sea.
In the dream's I have each night,
One stand's out to me.
Remember yours you have as well,
Blank faces, eyes that stare.
I once was fresh, I once stood tall,
I drank not from the sea.
Turning back each night I saw,
My face she saw as well.
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