Moonshine shimmies on a high-tide
a foghorn finds a voice, that wraps
the night around that lighthouse
which laughs at the waves as they
Stammer in low tides, waves know
their song, they find their pier lost
in the dark, lit by neons that wear
a pride as they dance for a bride
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