..against the blues…
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Lowering my head,
in weepy dreams.
Cliffs of Dover down,
by greeny seas,
where once we walked.
Hand in hand, watery
splashes of sunsets gone.
Palisade the pale
palm I kiss in memories.
Here comes that little
girl who dreamed of
happy endings.
Sear her with
cascading tides.
But sometimes,
I am on cliffs of
blues of softy down.
Where I weep with you.
Sunsets of splashy tides.
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