Just like the wave that increases its noise
Approaching the rock of white solid stone
And throws and thrusts itself with force
Against such a rock in sprinkles and foam
And glows in colors of arching rainbows
And shines from the light that comes from above
There I will come to slow my run,
To rest and to lie,
To laugh and to cry,
There I’ll come!
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