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Waves crashing into the sand
The light of the sun palpable throughout the land
Blades of grass whisper a song
Intimating it won't be long
Birds fly high high high
The afternoon musts be nigh
Listening quietly to the sounds 
Although silence is more profound 
Steps lead up through the gates
Saying "au revoir" where reality awaits

Irvington memories

Together in Love
Sitting and Watching the Sun
Eyes Closed Tightly 
Knowing that this will end now
One last hug and one last kiss