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The sun is an ancient, golden eye,
Spilling it's warmth from a cloudless sky.
Our feet are pressed in the shifting sand,
Where the water rewrites the edge of the land.
We are shedding our shadows, casting them deep,
Waking the dreams that the winters keep.
In the salt-heavy air, a wild release,
A beautiful, chaotic kind of peace.
Listen close to the seagulls' high-pitched cry,
Writing white lines on the canvas of sky.
They sing of a freedom that cannot be bound,
While we dance on this sacred, sun-drenched ground.
O, let the light dissolve who we were,
In this blinding, shimmering, golden blur!
We are the tide, we are the heat,
Where the pulse of the earth and our pulses meet.
A carnival of spirits under the blaze,
Lost in the warmth of these fleeting days.
Let the ocean wash the world away,
We are eternal, if just for today.
The sea is a mirror of molten glass,
Watching the ghosts of our worries pass.
Every wave is a breath, a rhythmic sigh,
Under the dome of the infinite sky.
We are laughing in languages only we know,
Sun-bleached and wild in the undertow.
No longer waiting for life to begin,
We let the tide and the summer rush in.
Listen close to the seagulls' high-pitched cry,
Writing white lines on the canvas of sky.
They sing of a freedom that cannot be bound,
While we dance on this sacred, sun-drenched ground.
O, let the light dissolve who we were,
In this blinding, shimmering, golden blur!
We are the tide, we are the heat,
Where the pulse of the earth and our pulses meet.
A carnival of spirits under the blaze,
Lost in the warmth of these fleeting days.
Let the ocean wash the world away,
We are eternal, if just for today.
Time is a line that we draw in the dust,
But the sea only speaks of surrender and trust.
We are fire and water, wind and clay,
Burning so bright as we drift away.
Into the sun, into the roar,
Nothing matters but this Golden Shore.
O, let the light dissolve who we were,
In this blinding, shimmering, golden blur!
We are the tide, we are the heat,
Where the pulse of the earth and our pulses meet.
A carnival of spirits under the blaze,
Lost in the warmth of these fleeting days.
Let the ocean wash the world away,
We are eternal, if just for today.
Only the salt on our skin remains...
No more boundaries, no more chains...
Just the sun, the sand, and the open sea...
Finally, beautifully, wildly free.
