In a land where the sun's always shining,
On an isle where young hearts should be free,
In a hut made of grass waits a lady,
Who's wet tears make the salt of the sea.
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This has an old-fashioned feel to it. Lovely, sad, and wistful poem about lost love. Welcome to Poem Hunter!