Like an unanchored boat gently pulled
By the ebbing tide of a grey sea
Which draws the cruel and drowns all fools
I feel you drifting away from me.
A whirlwind you were that came and went
Could never be caught, forever free
But I'm grateful for the time we've spent
On that summer tryst and autumn spree.
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