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The Ocean
of Life |
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On the seashore we stand, |
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Out on a strip of land, |
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Against the waves we
brace. |
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The lighthouse stands so
tall. |
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The riptide pulling on
our legs, |
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With its powerfull beam
of light, |
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The wind in our face. |
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It is a beacon to all. |
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The water foams and
swirls, |
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We see sails in the
distance, |
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The mist floats on the
breeze. |
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A foghorn we faintly
hear. |
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The sun peeks from the
clouds, |
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A fish jumps for the sky, |
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We shiver but do not
freeze. |
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We watch and shed a tear. |
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The crabs on the beach |
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As we walk hand in hand, |
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Scurry to and fro. |
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The shadows slowly grow
long. |
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The squaking seagulls |
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We breath in the beauty, |
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Swoop and dive so low. |
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In our hearts, a song. |
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The children jump and
play, |
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The sun drops into the
sea, |
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As through the surf they
run. |
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The sky fades and
darkens. |
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They shout and yell with
glee, |
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We hastily retreat for
the night, |
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They are having so much
fun. |
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Knowing the ocean ever
harkens. |
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Ivan |
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