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This poem goes along with the rest: sorrow, dispair, loss of love and romance, ect.

He walks down an endless path
Before the dawn has kissed the day.
To the waters' edge he moves in haste
Knowing he'll never find his way
Her cries of love he hears in vain
Crashing upon each emerald wave
With each step his heart beats faster
Knowings it's his soul he gave
To the endless path, the crashing waves, and the lovers
Life he could not save.