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she is the endless crystal tide lapping at the soft sand
reflective of every ray of light that beams upon her her colors are an array of radiant beauty, each tint along her crests is a portrait of her magic I've only caught a glimpse of the loveliness of the sea, her horizons are unattainable, but still my eyes gaze upon them, and I listen to the tide a melody in my heart and a pureness in my soul
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