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there were ships at the harbor,

coming and going.

i'd sit in the sand, and watch

as the waves carried them

and as the mountains guided them.

i'd inhale the salty air as the sailors

hopped on deck, and as they'd cry

"yoho!" with a final wave.

some would stay,

but most would go,

leaving me in the sand

all alone.

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