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The waves come up and then die down,

Like the beating of my heart,

Upon a cold winters day,



The waves are icy, like little spears,

Thrown up at me and then cast down,

Taking my happiness away,



The waves rock me, but I stand still,

Anchored to the rock on which I stand,

And there I will stay,



The waves they leave me standing here,

Shivering, empty and so alone,

I watch them leave the bay.