There is an island
Far, far away
Where broken dreams
And unsatisfied love
Retire
To live out
Their twilight years
The air is warm
And the beach and the water
Are beautiful
But when the sun sets
There’s no color cast
In the sky
Only the bleak, heavy gray of regret
And the haunting, mournful emptiness
Of sadness
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