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Stranded
Stranded on an island
days on end
With nothing to do but
time to spend
As time goes by the
melancholy sets in
No ships in sight the
hope grows thin
Counting days, weeks,
months and years
Every night spent in
frustrated tears
Years pass by and hope
grows thinner
Realization sets in that
island is the winner
days on end
With nothing to do but
time to spend
As time goes by the
melancholy sets in
No ships in sight the
hope grows thin
Counting days, weeks,
months and years
Every night spent in
frustrated tears
Years pass by and hope
grows thinner
Realization sets in that
island is the winner
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Stranded
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