"She often walked along the shore
in windy weather or in fair
but my love shall stroll no more
nor will the breeze play with her hair
I did not even know her name
when she came to me that summer day
a wild thing that I could not tame
all the same, I'd though she'd stay
I've lost her, my love, to the sea
her footprints fading in the sand
if only the waves would return her to me
so we might stroll hand in hand."
--Dendrobia
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