In a land where waves crash and roar,
Stands a lighthouse, strong and sure.
Its beacon shines through the darkest night,
Guiding ships with its radiant light.
Oh, revered lighthouse, tall and grand,
A symbol of hope across the land.
With every flicker, every gleam,
You guide our souls, encouraging our dreams.
Your tower stands against the storm,
A guardian, steadfast and warm.
Through fog and mist, you pierce the gloom,
Leading our journeys safely home.
At sunrise, the lighthouse gleams,
A golden halo, painting dreams.
Its silhouette against the sky,
A breathtaking sight, oh, how it sighs.
And as the sun sets, colors ablaze,
The lighthouse stands in a fiery haze.
A masterpiece of hues so grand,
A sight that takes our breath, unplanned.
Oh, revered lighthouse, day and night,
Your beauty shines with pure delight.
Oh, lighthouse, a beacon of grace,
Your presence brings solace to this place.
A sentinel, watching from afar,
You guide us with your guiding star.
So let us honor this majestic sight,
A lighthouse, shining with all its might.
For in its glow, we find our way,
Forever grateful for its guiding ray.
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