Whose deserted ocean has memory
So I think sorrow feels
Sorrow fills my very fate and goes like orange peels
With what it has but disgraced and carries
A joyless luck I should enjoy because it's real
In my heart a memorial, the image of love stories
A jungle that cries of tears and lost love at sea
My fate is not gone but merely sleepy
Waiting for another sunny day incline
For when I can look into your eyes happy
And be captured by beauty's love and lace
I think and think not of this memory
So I shall remember the day when youth bites my tongue
Keep my memory when love shares her nature young
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