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Cold sand brushing against my feet,

I lie all alone on the shore,

Under a violet-etched sky,

Waiting for dawn to break,

For it to welcome me with a warm embrace

I see streaks of gold and blue, 

Peeking beyond the horizon,

As I hear the birds’ first cry,

Giving me hope that dawn will come. 


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