Softly, Softly blows the wind,
Lifting the strands of hair across my face,
Softly, softly, the waves sigh,
As they curl their creamy edges around my feet,
Lightly, Lightly I walk over the crunching sands,
Gently, Gently, sway the palms,
In the golden light of setting sun,
I watch the ever changing moods of sea,
The sea shimmers in a fading glory,
Then the sun skins,
And the sea turns black with despair,
And waves roar over the sands,
Until the gentle moon smiles upon it,
The sea is now silvery with delight,
And slowly my lips curve into a gentle smile,
As I say, 'Adieu, until we meet again'.
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