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Searching
through the wreckage of a high spring tide
Sifting
through the pebbles as they sparkle in the light
If
you pick one up and hold it in your hand then you will see
It's
never quite as perfect as you thought that it would be
So
you think you could do better, you throw it back into the waves
It's
lost to you forever and your search begins again
Beachcomber,
tell me, do you want to spend your whole life
Searching
for perfection on a solitary shoreline
You
might as well draw ripples in the sand to sail a boat on
Or
try to catch the sunlight as it dances on the ocean.
Sometimes
when I see you you remind me of myself
I
used to walk the beaches for the beauty of the shells
And
they would always disappoint me 'til one day I realised
I
only had to find one that was pleasing to my eyes
And
all it's many colours when I held it to the light
And
all it's imperfections would illuminate my life
Beachcomber,
tell me...
And
in the end the sun will just go down behind the water
You
must have noticed that the days are getting shorter...
Beachcomber,
tell me...
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