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 To My Dearest Love,            My home and my safety have been destroyed.                                The place I once knew is lost                                 To the distant future.
Edges of this world must be mended Creases of these old fabrics smoothed Smuggled letters rewritten And torn pieces sown With old methods and home-made remedies Nail by nail and thread by thread
Waves crashing along the shore, All I see is more and more. They keep on moving until dawn, Flowing channels move on and on. Seeing willful water pull the soft sand, Taking it away hand in hand.  
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