I've dreamt of invigorating Autumns and the freedom of a mocking bird I've called to my brave warrior though my cries remain unheard. He travels the lengthy oceans he bolds the roughest seas navigating his vessel and adoring the constant breeze. He's become freer than the mocking bird as, on with his voyage...he goes leaving behind a saddened heart preferring the crusade he's chose. So long ago he declined my warmth and refused to love only me He's elected to give his heart away not to me...but to the sea. Some day he may return to me brought back by a massive bore but I'll have dreamt of him no longer and I cry for him no more. Despite his bid to rekindle I too soar - though as a dove He'll retire to his sailing ship not accompanied with my love. My once brave warrior - my mocking bird returned to the seas...and died He's enshrined amongst the waters and embraced with the tide. Ne'er shall I call to him for, my pledge...he will not hear Words of love, everlasting a confession of a heart, sincere. Standing on the brink of the ocean gazing across the shore I dream of my warrior no longer yet, I cry for him once more.
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