With open arms, it beckons me,
To lands far-off as I can see,
I see the birds and shout to them,
"Oh how cruel the Sky is!"
With cold, dark hands, it pulls me in,
then blinding me with salt and wind,
With one last breath I gasp aloud,
"Oh how cruel the Sea is!"
With lips so soft, He kisses mine,
With one last touch we're out of time,
And as we part, I cry to him,
"Oh how cruel the Heart is!"
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