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Down where wave on rock is breaking, |
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Melodies are blending |
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Everything from summer song |
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To symphonies contending. |
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The jagged rocks must fall away, |
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All broken into sand, |
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But also there are smaller stones |
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To cradle in your hand. |
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Down where wave on rock is breaking, |
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The earth in constant motion |
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On the shoreline's narrow strip |
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The ever-flowing ocean. |
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We can always find our way, |
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If we understand |
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The constant tide of battle rage |
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Between the sea and land. |
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Down where wave on rock is breaking, |
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In the slanting moolight, |
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Sails that shine like silver |
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Moving through the quiet midnight. |
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Never-ending ebb and flow |
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With new tales being spun. |
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The music between sea and stone |
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And moon and stars and sun. |
