what don't you have?
you are not part of my plan,you showed me who you are,why wont i swerve?
i thought i was looking for someone
but i found a better me through you, ...
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous
frown,
Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-
capped rollers break;
Above, one windmill stands forlorn on the arid,
grassy down:
I will set my sail on a stormy day and cross the
bar and seek
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