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The salty winds of crashing waves,
And cool blue of the sea,
And as the sun begins to set,
Silhouettes arise from the trees.
The slow white glow of the misty moon,
Makes shimmering water glow,
Further in I find midnight,
What I’ll see I’ll never know.
Now the warmth of crackling fires,
Leaks through open doors,
And as I slowly walk away,
I get farther from the shores.
Further in the fields await,
For someone new to pass,
While horses roam and sheep abound,
I am now the last.
As I climb the highest hill,
The wind ...