On the seventh day
A madien cryed
She cryed tearless tears
As she knelt waiting
Waiting for the man lost at sea
Lifting her head once more
In the shadow of the sun
She saw a man
Slowly rising out of the sea
Just by the precence of the man
A precence that comanded gods
She knew he was home
And so the tearless madien
Once more cryed tears
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