The waves crash on the shore
And bleed through the sand
They slip through the grasp
Of every child
They sing softly to babies
And caress big white ships
They are married
To the horizon
And the sun
The ocean.
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The waves crash on the shore
And bleed through the sand
They slip through the grasp
Of every child
They sing softly to babies
And caress big white ships
They are married
To the horizon
And the sun
The ocean.