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Tide On the sand I walk alone
I hear the birds but do not listen
Forever I will walk
Sometimes I can hear the Ocean near
But, all I see is sand
Wind blown sand that beats my body
Wind, Forever there is the wind that moves the tide

Once I came upon the perfect seashell
The wind blew it out of my hands
It disappears before I can catch it
All that is left is the rough seashells and the sand
The rough seashells hurt. Everytime I pick one up
I find blood from my hand where they cut me
So many scars, Scars that never leave

The tide is comes in, I tried to catch it
The tide is so fast, yet I am so slow
I can not run far enough, there is no far enough
We are told to never follow the tide
I will listen now The tide is always there
Always moving the sand under my feet
Yet, I always remain in the same place
     The tide can never move me


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