I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.
Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness,
an island whose rocks are hopes,
whose trees are dreams,
whose flowers are solitude,
and whose brooks are thirst
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