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The sea tale
Cerulean water and golden sands.
That's what I see.
My eyeballs have turned emerald.
My face a shade of aureate.
Here's the waves...
Touching my feet,
softening and soaking them.
I can only listen to these gentle waves,
cause they never let me speak and only brought me solace.
I would love to stay back for twilight,
to mould some castles,
count my shells,
and make this my paradise.
Let the sea stir my soul,
Let it seize my sorrows.
That's what I see.
My eyeballs have turned emerald.
My face a shade of aureate.
Here's the waves...
Touching my feet,
softening and soaking them.
I can only listen to these gentle waves,
cause they never let me speak and only brought me solace.
I would love to stay back for twilight,
to mould some castles,
count my shells,
and make this my paradise.
Let the sea stir my soul,
Let it seize my sorrows.
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