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Sun beating down the tide comes around with the gusts of wind—adrenaline rushes by as the sea hushes the rustle of the trees and the blinding rays of gold lining the clouds above Like a tear in the blue And the light shining through The comfortable blanket the tangled net That is a peaceful day Coming to an end.
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
Serenity
Sun beating down the tide comes around with the gusts of wind—adrenaline rushes by as the sea hushes the rustle of the trees and the blinding rays of gold lining the clouds above Like a tear in the blue And the light shining through The comfortable blanket the tangled net That is a peaceful day Coming to an end.
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
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