Tableau of terror and travel

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Ripple, read the tear from my eye,

Enveloping a sigh,

Sat on my hands which couldn’t say hi.

High as a kite, my one flew through,

Sinking a yacht, drove my body

Into the blue,

Blew me a kiss,

Broke my bed and body for you,

Yanking the yellow Sea,

See my hands trying to hold on,

And reach the remainders of you,