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I cannot see a beach of sand
Or feel it's grains beneath my feet
I cannot taste her kiss,
Or smell her faint aroma
I know that these things:
Invisible--hidden--stolen
From me grace my body
All I yearn is to remember her
Sitting upon the pier, a toe in the water
But what is my memory?
Is that blue?
Was that seaweed?
Is that lake the sea?
Was that water?
I only can hear the words that still have worth-
I love you.
And the water sways along the shore... and I know she stands beside me, watching the sunset for me.
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