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| The Touch borne of ambient light Time ... tick tocks echoing off the rocks oh i shall not rhyme takes too much time the flood gates open with each second, each bay enveloping the swimmers playing ball, sending waves across the deep blue see how they sparkle with the crisp kisses of the sun? we like to feel the warm sand running, through our fingers, the touch, the touch everglades, full of larvae far, far in the distance shalome � 2006 |