Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
 Upon the sand,

 Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky 
 Is a scene.

 Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
 The way,

 Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.

 Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,

 The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.

                       Keith Garrett           

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