The Porcelain Girl

"Watch from a distance

As the girl he loves caved

Picks up her head 

As she tried to be brave

Tears cried alone 

He knew he could save 

Her eyes held an anguish 

Was it too late?

She told no one her secrets

To which she was slave

Lord! she cried out

Must I take them to the grave?

Finally he answered 

In one single wave

Tell me everything my dear child so brave."

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tell me how to improve~seawolf

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