Upon the spectral tides that lapped,
the whispering waltz of the moonlit sea,
echoed dreams unfurled like sails,
ghostly voices in the brine,
ever so softly, sang of time.
The ocean's breath, a lullaby,
woven 'twixt stars and sable depths,
a haunting call of distant shores,
etched in coral and whispered sands,
where phantom footsteps mark the land.
Dive deeper into the song,
where silence holds the loudest truth,
and let the waves chart maps anew,
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