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I came to the shore for the sunshine

To get myself back again.

Where the seagulls circle the arc sine

Of the angle of the waves and the wind.

But I couldn’t find my direction,

Or know just where to begin.

And I couldn’t shake this impression

That the water was closing in.

All of the children were playing

A game that I could not recall

Past the last mast there were lovers

Waiting for nighttime to fall.

I came to the shore for the sunshine,

To get myself back again.

Where the seagulls circle the arc sine!

Of the angle of the waves and the wind.

I drifted off on a tangent

To the circles of life that we’re in.

And the sun circling round’s an expression

A sign of the arc as we spin.