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The Unrequited love

Scorching sun, parched lips

Sailing alone in a small ship

Water everywhere around you see

Yet nothing to drench your lips

Like an unbroken dream when i see the sea

I hoped of sailing happy and free

Strong winds to steer the ship

Rolling waves to glide it smoothly

The land is near yet so far

The wind is blowing yet not so strong

Water all around but nothing to drink

Lost in the stillness of the dead sea

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