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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