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Following the horizon,
on Sunset Beach,
The closer I come,
the harder it is to reach,
Pearls of desire,
drown into the sea,
Flushed back at the sand,
right in front of me,
But before I pick them up,
another wave passes by,
My shoes are as wet,
as the tears in my eyes,
on Sunset Beach,
The closer I come,
the harder it is to reach,
Pearls of desire,
drown into the sea,
Flushed back at the sand,
right in front of me,
But before I pick them up,
another wave passes by,
My shoes are as wet,
as the tears in my eyes,
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