The dreary sky belied your charms
As we cautiously stepped that day
Into the warm embrace of your open arms
Down the path and along the bay;
At last we found you there
Waiting, sleeping, hidden for so long
A forgotten Friday, hung in the air
Over the secret place where you belong;
Where waves have crashed and gently foamed
Against your slopes and cliffs severe
With hopes held tight we fondly roamed
We finally found ourselves here.
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