If you look at it in from my view
I get to enjoy the sunny sands
Resting and reclining upon the beach
I could sip on chardonnay, and weave words
Capture the setting sun, the waves in orange
Watch it run over the sands, over and again
Erasing the names, drawn on the beach
I will wait by, as you run into the water
Watch your shoes, hold your towels
Smile watching you dip and bob in the sea
Then wipe you dry, and pass you a drink
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