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Always
Mystical
It’s always mystical
Walking
On the ocean’s edge,
One never knows
The news, the words
The gulls will bring,
The swells will tell,
The salt air will spill
The wind will whisper,
But I was surprised
To see you dancing,
Dancing on the waves,
Just out of reach yet
From the beach I could
Hear the beating,
The beating of your heart,
Could hear you singing,
Singing lines and
Rhymes of Valentines and
Loads or toads or foads,
I couldn’t quite catch
The meaning.
Stephen Nesbitt
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