A mighty spirit that roars
The power that plays,
Upon the land that waits
The willing sweet surrender,
With every swift embrace
To the limits of the tide,
The hiss and sigh of leaving
The shifting dunes that stir,
With tiny creatures weaving
The sultry days of summer,
The endless empire of the sands
On the long, long, shore,
Beyond the beaten land
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