On the Beach

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The sand was blown
into our hair,
as we looked at stars and waves,
and talked of love
  and things.
And time stood still,
as it will
when the ocean sounds like a distant roar,
and lonliness is no more
than a thought of the past.

On the Beach

The sand was blown
into our hair,
as we looked at stars and waves,
and talked of love
  and things.
And time stood still,
as it will
when the ocean sounds like a distant roar,
and lonliness is no more
than a thought of the past.

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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