A Song

A song is sung imprisoned in my heart.
A mistress song is rung on my old chimes.
Lonely were the hours we spent far apart
moving along the new stages of time.
When will a mistress's new life start again?
Can she muster up her courage anew?
Looking on the oceans for a new friend
she runs headlong into the likes of you.
She moves away with a new smiling face.
Tell me one thing that I surely should know.
Tell the oceans of my heart its new pace.
Walk along with a sign of this brand-new glow.
Feelings move around in new sights and sounds.
This will be the place her heart will abound.

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