The Ocean's Daughter
Those blues look like a storm or the oceanUncontrollable and always in motionWhen she’s sad they look frozen and untouchableShe reveals them to the deepest waterEven with caressing waves, she’s unstoppableSo cold, they could never be hotterThose blue, blue eyes of the Ocean’s daughter
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