| Dance of the Waves | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Waves, oh wild, happy waves With foam atop your swells Your joyous sound, it calls to me As clear as ringing bells. No chain, no rope can bind thee Your dance; it draws me in And I cannot escape For I cannot exist Without the waves Without the solid ocean mist Without the echoes of the caves I find I can't resist When the ocean calls to me |
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