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There is some movement in the horizon,
they are not deliberate
I've come out this far but now
the cool waters and soft breeze traps me
against heaven and sea, the ground feels small to me
O but the sun is so warm!
and so golden!
and the marble beneath my feet is so sturdy.
The light may sheild the whatever is in the distance
but it illuminates me so intensely that
I wonder if it will ever be night.
Should nightfall never arrive,
I'll keep my stand here.
I wonder what this place is for me
I wonder what it will be for you?
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