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It Is The Ocean
It is the mist that clouds the mind by the ocean this clear day It is the sun that warms the face when rising to the morning wake To see the child that holds the hand in loving arms along the sand It is the oceans soft playing tune reminds me of my love for you And singing gulls bark hungry calls towards the oceans sparkling glaze Old memories soak the fragrant sea breeze to touch a smile upon your face It is the beauty of the Monet sky the rising sun the playful child The flamenco heart of the beating waves a haunting voice a seas lament I think of her upon the shore and when we'll meet and what we'll say To lift the mist that clouds the mind by the ocean this clear day. spb.
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