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He stands at shore alone

as the wind blew from the east

and breathes the salty air.

He wandered lonely as a cloud

floating through her breast

of what has happened unaware.

As he died six years ago

by an incurable mysterious disease

he was just about to merry his sweet young bride

on white linen he rest by funeral bells

"Our love will never cease!"

He gazed as he drifted with tide.

Wavecrest - with night tide we ride

Wavecrest - guide us through the storm

Wavecrest - to a land beyond the horizon

Each day she went to his grave

to the cemetery by the sea.

And laid a rose down at his stone

he was watching her face through the mud

heard her lament and plea

through a maggot veil

in silence alone.

Each day the sea eats a piece of the land

until his grave will tumble and fall.

Each night the storm erodes the reef

until their wedding day will come...

where tombstones stand wild and tall.