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As the waves crash upon the sand
There stands alone a dying man
His heart was broken long ago
No pleasure shall he know
He watches as the wave come in
Hope only to meet a friend
And spend a little time for now
Woundering up the beach
Kicking the wet sand with his feet
Knowing that from long ago
Friends chase away misery and woe
Copyright ©2001 Christopher Mandrell
