Seventh Son Sails On
Scattered by the winds of desire
Each to their own corner of the earth
Each drop exploding onto passions fire
One by one wondering of their hearts worth
As the water becomes deeper
The waves come ashore in search of a new birth
The deserted hearts becoming wilder and wilder
And yet focused like a compass that points only north
Awaiting their dream lover
Yet I continue to sail past my beckoning berth
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