It’s a quarter to six
and the sun’s sinking low
But it’s so lovely here
that I don’t want to go
So I’ll sit here a while
as the shadows grow long
to watch the sun set
to the ebbing tide’s song
And as temperatures drop
and the day disappears
I’ll watch the gold grow
with the salt from my tears
And I’ll bid it farewell
as it fades to the west
from my vantage point here
on the beach where I’m blessed
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