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A walk on the shore,
Reminiscence of yonder and yore,
Hear a lonely dog bark,
Along the long road leave our mark,

A dreamt world,
Longing for a glimpse,
To cry you a song,
This home is where we belong,

Myriad seashells,
On a long stretch of white sands,
Our mind smiles,
And walks many miles,

A calm silence surrounds,
All is in equilibrium,
Secret desires resurface,
With just a glance at that anonymous face,

Life is but a dream,
Life is but a dream,

A spirit, in whom we trust,
Has wanderlust,
And all the bronze bells toll,
A sign for the cattle to return home,

Makes us wonder,
When the pied piper toots a tune,
In all our glory, mesmerized,
We fall into the whispering winds,

Enchanted, but elegantly wasted,
Our heads tucked under cerulean skies,
Waiting for a miracle man,
As the hero within expires.