Golden tide on ancient stone,
Sea and sky in hush have grown.
The sun spills sparks in water’s clear,
A quiet world that a sailor holds dear.
Each wave a whisper, soft and deep,
Secrets the ocean vows to keep.
Sea and sky in hush have grown.
The sun spills sparks in water’s clear,
A quiet world that a sailor holds dear.
Each wave a whisper, soft and deep,
Secrets the ocean vows to keep.
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