Breathe
To live and to die
To be breathed life, alive, like a great ocean tide
Ashore by the seaside an eternal lighthouse
And to fight until your oceans cease their stir and to desist their cries
Afraid of the water, of what is insidiously inside
To have the lo-tide leave the sandy beachhead
To exist is to defy
To live and to die
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