Beach

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Roar and crash
A sound everlast
The rolling beast
Running from the east
In they come
Not quite to the dune
Layers of shells
I hear not any bells
Seemingly endless
Time is near to end this
Then we go home
Leaving them alone
To come on other days
And see our friends the waves

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