We have walked so long with love along these places There must be traces Of us forever here, A wisp of ghost sticking to the sands Part of you stands smiling on the jetty A wing of talk and laughter will forever fly Down this beach and hands swing happily On long walks through scrub pine and bayberry And swimming endlessly out into the harbor And not returning But be forever here.

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