By the shore

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By the shore

Crashing of the waves, dancing by the bay,

throffy by the sand, warm in month of may,

shells for picking up, spades for digging down,

sand is nowhere else, but by the sea shore.

Wind is gushing by, rain has hit a miss,

sun is shining bright, perfect perfect bliss,

shells for picking up, spades for digging down,

sand is nowhere else, but by the sea shore.

Salty water desert, goes on and on and on,

ships on the the horizon, have gone have gone have gone,

shells for picking up, spades for digging down,

sand is nowhere else, but by the sea shore.

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