I see gentle waves, coming home, then, disappear into a bottle of timeless
Sand. Like you, I see dreams going home, back to the deep so, clear and blue
Then again, I see our dreams, reborn again, in the sand, sitting by, the seashore
Seagulls fly, as the whisper of the sea breeze, washes over you and me

I see memories come back to life, filtered by the sands of time
I see them all, come back to life, then disappear, back into the
Times of my heart, which I now see, sink back into the sea
Back where love and life are born, I cry no more

"Sitting By, The Seashore"

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