The seaside would always comfort me
And the sand would tickle by my feet
I run with the breeze so freely and gay
And the tides wash all the sadness away.
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The seaside would always comfort me
And the sand would tickle by my feet
I run with the breeze so freely and gay
And the tides wash all the sadness away.
🌊🐬🐠