Seek for me inside your heart.
Tell me if I'm there.
Because the way you treat me is fucked.
Those ways I cannot bear.
I've my home, so far away.
I trust that you won't miss me.
For sure, I leave in the morning.
Because I have my sea.
My dark blue ocean.
Darker than the starry skies.
Waves like children playing.
Yet, with no joy inside their eyes.
Can they see the future?
Maybe the past.
Maybe no one will ever discover,
How far those lines will cast.
What are those lines?
Would you want to know?
The purity of our hearts,
Are the lines that show.
 
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