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Wulf
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As the sun goes down upon the sea,
I think of you, and I think of me,
I think again of what could be...
I stand here in the golden glow,
reflecting now on what I know
and wond'ring where my life will go.
As I walk out along the pier
I wipe away another tear
and rue the fact that you're not here.
The sea reflects like burnished gold
its beauty wondrous to behold
but like you, not mine to hold...
(c) Ralph Lock 2002
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