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I’ve dreamed my dreams of paradise....
To live my years in grace....
And found no world within my mind....
‘Cept oceans have a place....
My sentimental ear recalls....
Those ocean-roaring swells....
No tape recorder mimics sounds....
Like boyhood vintage shells....
I’ve built the castles on the beach....
Wrote love-words in the sand....
And watched the tide obliterate....
As nature doth command....
We have the beaches tourists love....
With seas of greens and blues....
And we know they’ll return, because....
Our sand gets in their shoes....
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