The dark cold salty breeze grasps me

  Deafening are the screams of those around me

  But not me

  Nothing can compare to the sound of her voice

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  I can only see her

  What a fair maiden she must be

  But I feel it

  The turmoil, my insides they move

  As if a pile of rope is being untwined

  Her eyes how gorgeous

  Like fine jems glistening in the moonlight

  What beauty she holds

  My eyes they fade as if she's disappearing

  Why must I suffer

  I can't see her

  I can't hear her

  I can't feel her

  What is this agony

  I am not free