How hollow, wretched and lonesome the sunrise can be ,
As it scalds its way through homers "wine dark sea".
We watched it together but in it we didn't share
That glorious moment, for which the gods put it there.
From my deepest soul I still cherished her through love drenched eyes,
But since we had parted, I could only smile through a torrent of cries.
It's been many a moon now, but my soul a little still dies,
Whenever I see,
That wretched sunrise.
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