When I am aloneWhen that cool breeze touches my faceWhen that sun goes home after a long day workWhen that noise of splashing water creates rhythmWhen that wet sand asks me to turn it into art piecesWhen that big ship looks small at the other end of seaWhen those footmarks on wet sand make me [...]
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