The Water
The sun sets turning the water from blue to gold
As the moon rises the water grows cold
I wish to go for a swim
Quickly the light grows dim
Daredevils jump from thecliff side
There are so many mysteries that the water will hide
The lake has heard many stories
Today I stand in its etheral glory
On the sand the waves will crash
Into the water I jump in a dash
Here it is easy to have fun
I mourn whenever our time here is done
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