| From shorelines paved with sands so white,
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| they watch and wait for the perfect one.
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| It's not worth the effort if it isn't just right,
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| and there's more to it than just having fun.
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| It's the thrill of the chase, the high of the ride,
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| sharing the waters with creatures to fear.
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| Out in the open with no where to hide,
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| and the closest oasis far from near.
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| Yet still they paddle their boards out to sea,
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| and wait for the curl while holding their breath.
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| When the moment approaches, they ride, flying free,
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| each crest of the breaker a challenge of death.
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