Big bright sun is lying low,
Wet sand glistens in the glow,
And I want to hold it all alone
With my flesh and with my bone.
Clutching my pen I try to write,
To influence a coming night.
Only worries and care come through,
Until I turn and look to you.
You hold me fast, so I can roam,
And where I go, I am not alone.
I have no cares you cannot conceive,
I must always and only believe.
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