In the waves there is a pulsating rhythm
That ebbs and flows with the tide
Sometimes rising, rushing, mighty frothing
Sometimes falling, steady, low and gentle rolling
But always changing, moving, forever shaping
The ocean new
In the waves there is a pulsating rhythm
That ebbs and flows with the tide
Sometimes rising, rushing, mighty frothing
Sometimes falling, steady, low and gentle rolling
But always changing, moving, forever shaping
The ocean new
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