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Upon the cliffs of Byron Bay, where sky and ocean meet,
Stands proud the Cape Byron Lighthouse, a beacon bold and sweet.
A place one must not miss, where vistas grand unfold,
Especially on clear-brushed days, in hues of blue and gold.
If by motor coach you arrive, take heed and plan with care:
Two lots lie near, a modest stroll, with cheaper fare to bear.
Just five to ten short minutes hence, the summit waits in light,
Where coastline sings in sweeping arcs and waters glow so bright.
Ascend the path and lift your gaze, behold the vast expanse,
Where turquoise waves caress the shore in nature’s joyful dance.
A little farther down the trail, a sacred point you’ll see:
The easternmost of all the land, where dawn first graces thee.
Whether for a tranquil hike, or whales that breach the spray,
Or simply for the stillness there, let beauty lead your way.
In Byron’s arms, both wild and warm, your spirit finds delight,
Beneath the watchful lighthouse flame that guides the stars at night.