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Falling, Rising, Mendless sea, Wash me on, past now, from then. Oceans full of what will be Fail to whet this soul as when

I was touched by Caitlin. Now I'm lost at sea again. As

Waves Waves Wrack me intensely.

Touched of gentle morning dew Dropped of leaf so lightly set. Leave of Caitlin I so knew, Firmly in remembrance, yet. Caitlin looms immensely.

Waves Waves Rocking me, Rocking me gone, Razing me on.

I'm back. I'm back to see again

A spirit rum could never drown. Can beauty be of such a leaf To let itself so gently down?

Thus it was with Caitlin.