| All the while the sea oats bowed
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| Against the dunes, your arms stretched out.
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| And how the shadows glide;
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| The story hastens by.
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| We hold on tight.
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| The drafty night lets the quiet in
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| And our breath in the same motion.
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| There’s a hope that we have what we need.
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| Stitch the hem along the edge of these scenes and colors.
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| Find the form in the patient sea.
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| The nature is a vibrant quilt,
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| And all I want is it all stretched out,
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| Through the tattered edge,
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| Through the long afternoon,
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| The sun snuffed out, in the palm of the ocean.
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| The drafty night lets the quiet in
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| and our breath in the same motion.
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| There’s a hope that we have what we need.
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| Stitch the hem along the edge of these scenes and colors.
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| Find the light in our tiny (???)
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| Find the damp in out heart’s intentions,
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| At the start of the patient sea. |