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Nowhere visit
Sometimes I dream
Of a place by the ocean
Sipping on tea
In a seat of wooden cast
Sand beneath our toes
My hand entwined with yours
Watching the sun rise
And fall on children
From tall to small
Making castles doomed to crumble
And playing games with laughter
Tuned to a rumble
Maybe we'd dance
With our feet in the water
Have fun in the waves
Causing such a commotion
A silence always broken
Taste of sea mist in the air
On lips salty fall a kiss
When we're sure young ones
Do not care or dare to stare
A nowhere visit
To a place that's never there
Of a place by the ocean
Sipping on tea
In a seat of wooden cast
Sand beneath our toes
My hand entwined with yours
Watching the sun rise
And fall on children
From tall to small
Making castles doomed to crumble
And playing games with laughter
Tuned to a rumble
Maybe we'd dance
With our feet in the water
Have fun in the waves
Causing such a commotion
A silence always broken
Taste of sea mist in the air
On lips salty fall a kiss
When we're sure young ones
Do not care or dare to stare
A nowhere visit
To a place that's never there
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