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oh aye, the roiling waves 

with their come and go, like friends 

keep company when it suits 

and when it doesn’t, oh aye, alone

i say, blue eyes, come walk with me 

come leave prints with me in dusky sand 

to be washed away by hiss

and, oh aye you say, oh aye i will

oh aye, the spirit of the beach is grand

‘tis grand indeed, ‘tis the third 

of the trinity, the noisy one, the wind

the gull, the surf, the chaperone

the cold beach, the winter beach 

the rainy beach, oh aye, the dreary beach

and why, blue eyes, would you walk with me

oh aye, the beach is fair on dreary days.

‘tis grand indeed, the come and go

of roiling waves, oh aye, leaving footprints 

in dusky sand, coming back 

to what never was, walking, soon

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