Drift, drift.
Sugar sand white and palm tree green. Coconut brown and magical summer.
Drift, drift.
Blue. To the north, south, east, west. A sea and sky to fill the compass with lies.
Drift, drift.
Nothing for the ears but the wind moving on.
Drift, drift.
The island life is one I know best.
(C)
~E
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