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I am of the beach sands in the spring, kicked by herons and soaked in brine, where the church bells hum and ring. Watch close as the lovers fling and see as their hearts wrap and whine. I am of the beach sands in the spring, Afore the gullies where the sparrows sing. Take care to watch these trespasses of mine, where the church bells hum and ring, For nature’s chaos comes smoldering, and man chews himself fine. I am of the beach sands in the spring, that allowed for your pallid pining and formed Adam before the shoreline, where the church bells hum and ring. To me you shall return, and new life will I bring. The blood of my blood, the bread and wine. I am of the beach sands in the spring, Where the church bells hum and ring