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The power of sight.
Standing. Alone. All alone. Just me and the ocean.
My senses on fire, eyes a glaze, my feelings open.

Wave after wave, glory sights. The land and sea,
they combine so perfectly or is that just me ?

Over the mountain and into the sky.
Across the fields, don't ask me why.

These sights are compelling for you and I.
Wild birds fly, I try to reach them, so harder I try.

Now I've seen the sights, I am put to rights.
All the answers are out of reach and out of sight.

I guess I will always wonder. Wonder how, wonder why,
I put it down to a blissful gift of sight and senses.

Do you ever just wonder what it is you're seeing at the ocean ?
The rolling waves and calming sounds. The beauty only matched by a woman.

Your eyes will glow, your blood will flow smoothly.
At every sound of the sea. A bliss for you and me.

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