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She rises from the waters
Her ethereal being flows
Billowing silken threads
Shadows in the throes
Of muddied liquid ripples
Chilled, against her skin
A soul, that’s buried far below
Her spirit, deep within
The sands of time, forever
She withstands, her body frail
Searching for the one she loves
Will she, at last, prevail?
She’ll rise again, tomorrow
In hopes, she’ll see him soon
Standing where she saw him last
Beneath the Harvest Moon
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