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Along the eastern seacoast
Lining the rocky shore
Lie the fossils of forgotten life
Still serving up their chores
The gray and misty network
Of water cycle needs
Rise upon the grasping air
Like fog within a dream.
The pungent smell of seaweed
Announces the grand source
Where mystic depth delivers
Lost chords within the roar.
The lonley call of sea birds
Carving artistry on wing
Are fed from nature's plenty
Where winds of promise sing.
Fear not those mighty waves
Kissed by the pearl of moon
This is an ode to sustenance
In the heart of Celtic Tunes.

The anthem of the great sea
Baring souls beyond compare
Whispering to all lovers
Like an answer to a prayer.
And when the evening comes
The stars fill up the sky
Tranquility brings restful peace
While waves of thunder hide.
Quiet fills the salty air
Reflections warmly glow
Where long hugs breast to breast
Are better than pure gold.
A rising breeze goes sifting
Above the seaside fire
Reminding minstrels time is late
And brings up life's requires
Back home until another day
When the ocean roar runs high
Blowing songs of new daylight
In the key of Celtic life.

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