There are long white beaches
Lying in the sun.
The sea, bright blue patterned,
Where the currents run.
Foam and rocks and seagulls,
Sand and sun and sea;
I know that I will find them
Waiting still for me.
In the deep dark forest,
Bird and bush and tree,
Deer with soft eyes gleaming
Wild and bright, and free.
Stream and mountains, forest,
Bird and stream and tree
Will be there and I'll find them,
Waiting still for me.
Beyond the far blue reaches
Of the horizon's rim,
I can see the beaches,
See the forests dim.
Sun and stream and shadow,
Sand and sun and sea,
They will still be waiting,
Waiting there for me.
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