She stands beneath the endless sky,
By the lapping water’s restless sigh
And thinks of flaming sunsets,
And dew-dipped dawn.
Of things wild and free
Of soaring winds
And birds that sing,
Captive rainbows on a dragon-fly’s wing.
Now’s the time to hold her hand
To write love letters on the sand.
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