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You free me with your touch

The ocean alone could never do as much

When it wrapped itself around me close

Its currents like fingers of some cold ghost

Pulling me, pulling me away from you

Here there are too many tears

I prefer the dew-

Emeralds and pearls that cannot be strung

But adorn the white lilies the faeries hath rung.