Waves come crashing into sand,
Birds take to the skies for safety,
Bliss and strife dance hand in hand,
Yet all of it is hazy,
All I see, is you, here with me.

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Birds take to the skies for safety,
Bliss and strife dance hand in hand,
Yet all of it is hazy,
All I see, is you, here with me.