With the feet buried in the fine sand
golden, with glitters from the sun
admire the endless blue, so crystalline,
breathing in the breeze
while the waves come and go,
golden, with glitters from the sun
admire the endless blue, so crystalline,
breathing in the breeze
while the waves come and go,
swinging the wooden boats
and calming us down.
and calming us down.
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