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Tiptoe in the sand,

Smell the salty air,

A wave of the hand

In the soft, warm wind,

Look at the world fair

Your soul to unwind.

Here echoes the sound

Of eternal waves

Caressing the ground

Of a thousand graves;

Weary traveler

Rest body and soul,

Relinquish control,

The unraveller

– The wild blue ocean –

When comes tomorrow,

With its calm motion,

Will soothe your sorrow.

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