On a bench near the beach,
On the edge of the ocean.
We saw the pacific Pacific,
The sun slowly sinking,
Looking west through the clouds.
December's short daylight,
Making room for the night,
On the lower left corner,
Of California's long coast.
The country behind us,
As we look to the west,
A few moments of wonder,Then back toward the rest,
Because restless we are,
We turn around to progress.
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