Winter storms crash over the lonely dunes,
Debris from continents, like fragments of a lost city
Weave and dip then ride high on the surge.
Footprints press lightly into the soft sand,
And the gulls scream their defiance of Man.
Winter storms crash over the lonely dunes,
Debris from continents, like fragments of a lost city
Weave and dip then ride high on the surge.
Footprints press lightly into the soft sand,
And the gulls scream their defiance of Man.
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