Tides Of Time

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Green and grey, blue and white

Rolling onto gold

Roaring waves, splashing feet

So firm, so soft, so cold

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Traces remain of those gone before

Lost on the ever-changing shore

I find a log to rest and think upon

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My footprints in gold will soon be gone

As the tides of time roll ever on…

 

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Log 1

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Gone 1

Me 1

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