The Island
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The washed away rocks and sands of shore
Amidst the blues, of the Ocean floors
Unchartered terrains....
Where only the suave silence looms.
No hunts, no kills
A want of desire
No barters, no exchange
Nobody to hire
Not a hint of life
No gleaming fires
No kiss, no love
No cupid lyres
Forgotten summers and without rains
Now its parched
A constant winter,
Only cold and lonely lasts
Unlikely Utopia,
Its the barren island vast!
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