"He loves me he
Love me not," she
Said not to me.

"Well sea,"
Said she
"We'll see."

Then she
Walked to thee
In the waves of the waving
Waving sea.

And stood
Paused to brood
Long time spent
To find a drowning mood.

She believed in nothing
But pretended she believed
In something

There are questions we are all wanting
But the answers are too haunting

So she walks a dirge
And we hear the surge

And she slips below
And then she must know.

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