Waves

Tumbling, rumbling sea
Please, comfort me.
In my need, in my sorrow

For I won�t be here tomorrow.
To listen to your cries,
To listen to your sighs.
Saying, �I�m going ashore to play, To play,
And take all of your troubles away, away.�

So I say to the sea
For it to comfort me.
Right away, Right now
For tomorrow won�t allow.



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