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Soft waves roll back and forth

Pulling fine-edged shells with their grip

Where the sea life swims peacefully

Crossing the eyes of a beast

That silky skin

Conceals the deadly teeth

Just like a mystical forest

Hides a vicious predator

Or the morning sun

Chases away the plagues of night

Though the sun shines above

A storm brews beneath

Yet when the rainbow appears

You will find no gold

Because although there is desire

Looks are deceiving

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