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The waves crash
Beneath my feet

And the soft glow
Of twilight sun falls

Through the sea breeze
Against the horizon

I see stars glimmering
In our quiet contrast sky

Like grains of sand
Strewn upon black velvet

The past is staring, through an ocean ambient.

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