Return
When I see
that the waves,
without fear,
approach the shore,
I know they arrive
that they caress,
and then they
go.
The waves arrive
they caress
and then they go.
And in the rhythm
of their motive,
in their wandering
they always return
with all their senses,
to demonstrate,
all the longing
their tide's entail.
Yes the waves continue
this immortal encounter
freed by their desire
that is inspired by your
enchantingly beautiful
earth coast to sail.
that the waves,
without fear,
approach the shore,
I know they arrive
that they caress,
and then they
go.
The waves arrive
they caress
and then they go.
And in the rhythm
of their motive,
in their wandering
they always return
with all their senses,
to demonstrate,
all the longing
their tide's entail.
Yes the waves continue
this immortal encounter
freed by their desire
that is inspired by your
enchantingly beautiful
earth coast to sail.
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