The waves ran down and up and down
There are no secrets here to hear.
My tired eyes slow heave a sigh;
As cold foams dance to the mad’ning beat.
Oh wintry foams like pixies light
Why do you dance so glad, so gay
You will, too soon fade and be gone
How can you be so gay?
The rhythm of this one seems a little uneven. I love the sound of the second line though "no secrets here to hear."
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