Remember the wet sand between our toes,
As the waves kissed our feet?
The midnight moonlit walks
With stars in our eyes.
We swore that we would live there
Some day.
Now I wash the blood soaked sand
From my boots
The stroll we so loved
Now tarnished with war.
Never will I yearn to feel those sand pebbles again,
If I return to you.
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