mardi 25 août 2009

The Dancer

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A soft haunting voice,
Rings out in the wet and misty air.
The sea roars,
And waves crash,
As the lighthouse sends out its glow in the night.
While mermaids sing and church bells ring out,
Another day,
Like a wave continues on its journey,
Travelling high,
It goes by.

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