The sun slowly sets over the ocean
and the wind gently blows my hair
The world seems to slow in its motion
as the magic settles in the air
Waves quietly lap against the shore
while the last seagulls retreat
The sight leaves me wanting more
with the soft sand beneath my feet
Then I close my eyes
and remember I must leave
It's time to say goodbye
the magic is here--do you believe

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