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 he
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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 he