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| I sit here today quiet as can be Trying to see what is blowing on the breeze Looking above me to the vast sky My thoughts wondering why The sand I sit on is warm and soft But I feel like I am more aloft The sunny rays upon my face so warm There is no sign of a coming storm But In my heart I feel it brew I do not know what I can do Life is so short but so very sweet The few miracle I have had are a treat I believe watching the sea rush upon the shore I wonder by chance if there is anything more |
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