I'll write you a song
and you can sing along.
We'll rhyme with the ocean
in a current of emotion.
While I ramble on
and you sing my song,
the current will rattle and hum;
it's beating will be the percussion and drum.
My voice goes out of key;
It breaks apart our harmony.
The lapping of waves predict catastrophes.
The calm current turns to violent seas!
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