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- She left this land so long ago,
- To search to find the key,
- To eternal happiness, her hidden child,
- She searched across the sea.
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- And all that were left were footprints,
- In rows across the bay,
- Surrounded by somber cliffs,
- The misty reds of clay.
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- And still the tide washes the sand
- And will for evermore
- But never again will the wanderer
- Touch this foreign shore.
by Nicola Plumb (c)2000
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