The Beach

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When war ends,
And love begins,
A bond mends,
and time will win.

Fall on the sand,
drift to sleep,
Dying on land,
slowly counting sheep

Will I see you?
Or will you fade?
Look at the sky blue,
It's all a stupid game.

It got the best of me,
The game held me good,
Like the tire and the tree,
I am the falsehood.

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