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The wind whips my hair
My nostrils fill with the
Salty smell of the ocean
The sun showing off its
Breathtaking reds and oranges
I feel the warmth of
Your hand in mine
And can’t help but to smile
Because this dream wouldn’t right
If you weren’t beside me

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