Is it possible, a sandshore
Terrified by the unwhirling
Ocean foam's embrace;
All the underworld concealed
Well beneath the ocean's surface.
All the treasures, sunken cruisers.
Does the ocean still remember
Of the things that it must hide;
Hide them from the hungry wind,
From the cold merciless sunbeams,
Of what's buried down below.
As I stand upon the sandshore
The horizon sees me weeping,
Yet I hope, the ocean's different,
Strong enough to hide its tears.
Is it possible, a sandshore
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