Island Symphony Across the ocean, miles and miles, An island past the furthest isles, Rose up from waves of greenish blue, Upon which many a coconut tree grew, Swaying and crashing to the melody, Of each rhythmic wave of the peaceful sea, And soon upon each golden dune, A crab had joined into the tune, And that is the tale of the symphony, Of each crab, the ocean and each coconut tree.
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