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The killing waves crash and flounder Into solace and deafening quiet Where this world hears none While you are under exploring the world Where sounds are softened and words are dulled A vision becomes clear in the watery mist What do I need to hear from you What do I want but to exist.
The killing waves crash and flounder
Into solace and deafening quiet
Where this world hears none
While you are under exploring the world
Where sounds are softened and words are dulled
A vision becomes clear in the watery mist
What do I need to hear from you
What do I want but to exist.
Lindie Heeralall 
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