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I've watched as the tides rise, it's declined demise infiltrates the nights eyes, with dim lights, becomes the moon's skies filtered in the stars hues, on a clear night, three miles wide sheltered in the break now, the fog rolls then holds tight I've bent in the wake of the flood, knowing the morning comes in due time crept in with the dawning of the day, the patterns play tricks to the eyes hoping that the night holds true, though the brimming dew spells surprise. I've watched as the days lights beamed right, gleaned tight seemed right when the days gone, it leaned right pre flight, and banked left just to ease might sheltered in the clouds eyes, gave insight, despite the growing tendency to deny, the birth right curled its body and hurled wide, faces turned white hoping that the night holds true, though brimming dew spells a new night.