Pastels clanging in their undeterred pace,
Parading past the barricades,
Even hope has its place;
Yet, here we are,
Cast into the hull of beauty,
Surrounding us for eternity,
The reckless ocean reminiscing in its glory.
It is the simple sounds
That make her heart lurch forth,
Not the salty sea that has made her kin.
Alone, but abound,
We search for souls that make us profound.
The music goes on,
Belief boasting its reign.

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