The Sea Is Just A Wetter Version Of The Skies.

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Don’t make frowns, you silly clown

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Just come and open up your folding chair next to me

My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze

There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes

And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies

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There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes.

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