The breeze is here now;
It's fresh and mighty strong,
It plays tricks with my clothes, 'Wow',
As white waves splash along.
Brisk is the breeze blowing in the curl of the sea,
Fluttering frolic in the sand; whispering in the wind,
The white beach with caped waves is a haven for me,
To gaze at the sea as high tides begin.
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