From green, deep and cold....
To shore and land slowly unfold....
White hair in wind and storm....
In clear sun you come in any form....
So from within you clean the soul....
In sadness, anger or happiness, just roll....
Bing all that’s in and out, to shore....
Say, feel and do, so just pore....
Clean it all on rocks of ear and eye....
All that s been from days, years gone by....
Wash away all wrecks in waters deep....
Leaving waters clear, love to keep....
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