The wave is closing, we crouch down low,
The water is near and we are ready to go.
We get lifted up high by the power of the wave
And we fly through the air like a kite.
We close on the men as they run through the town,
But their fate is sealed, they perish and drown.
The village is lost, never to be found,
The water slowly sinks to the ground.
Many years have past by now
And the boy is grown up
And still tells the story of when he surfed in the desert.
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