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I walk through tears of salt and sand

Now in the twilight of my life

With tears that threaten as I speak

A burden for the rest of life



We reap the harvest that we sow

And dreams that fade for lack of hopes.

I am often the house where sorrow lives

As shadows slither in the cracks



How still the ducks upon the lake of glass

Across the flooding rushing tide

When all that's left are broken dreams

So broken now and so forlorn