I met on a moonlit night,
rode like a horse clo and hot
on water, my rough sea.
The same sea that struck the roc 
as
Leaving that the breeze wash over you face,
Ni strong winds, we stopped
Going against the tide.
were only you and I remember a moment
That my sea, he kept it.
I hope to see you again
and ground passes for my waters
As I did today,
Under the full moon.
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