Tickling on my bare feet and toes
Fresh crystaline water swiftly goes
My lungs are filled with sand and sea
Blue horizons as far as the eye can see
The stars shine blessings here
There's hardly anything to fear
Waves rise high and break upon my feet
With their calls the seagulls greet
Fresh crystals of hope and joy, gather in my hair
And saying they are not beautiful is simply not fair
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