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Morning by the Bay

The meaning lost in the message

Idle thoughts of forgotten follies that come in beats and ride on waves

They crash and drown out any hope of sound

Burning tears from the raging squall as it billows and blusters and steaks the dawn

Reflections on golden seas of futures that may never be

And lost in the morning haze a desperate hope gently fades

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