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THE CLIFF SIDE LETS WAY TO THE CRASHING OF THE OCEAN WAVES. THE SWEEPING STORM AND GAIL FORCE WINDS BLOW
SWIFTLY UP IN STRENGTH.
THE CLOUDS THE DARK CLOUDS PUSH BACK ANY TRACE OF DAYLIGHT REMAINING. THE TREES TRY TO RETAIN
THEIR FOOT HOLD AS THE WINDS BLOW WITH FORCE. BUT YET SHE REMAINS THERE AT THE CLIFF SIDE. WATCHING WITH EVER TURN OF THE
LIGHTHOUSE LIGHT.HOPING EVER HOPING THAT HER LOVE IS SAFE UPON HIS SHIP SO FAR AT SEA.
IT SEEMS LIKE YEARS SINCE SHE LAST
HEARD HIM CALL HER NAME. BUT NOW AS SHE STANDS HERE WITHIN THIS RAGGING STORM SHE HEARS THE SOFT WHISPER OF HER NAME AND FEELS
ALL MAY BE LOST.
IF SHE COULD ONLY TELL HIM ONE LAST TIME OF HER NEVER DIEING LOVE, AND THE SMALL SOUL SHE CARRIES WITHIN.
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