The sand is soft and warm beneath my feet
the water is cold and clear
Beyond the ocean England lies
though a thousand tongues are spoken here
seagulls are the same the world over
Few would walk miles along the beach
laughing at the shells of civilization
disused buildings, fences breached
A heap of clothes and shoes upon the shore
a boombox playing to itself
the party long dispersed amid the dunes
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