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As I sat besideOn the shore Of that sea of soulsMy gaze trailed to thatFamiliar tinted little bottleThat bobbed along the wavesWas it the same, I wonderedThe one that I had flung ages agoAnd seen it float away blissfully Into that sea of oblivion With that lone parchment of wordsThat had ceaselessly rung thenAnd for long afterwardsIronically, I couldn
