The sand tickling my toes

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The sand tickling my toes
And the palm trees lined in rows
The sun beaming my face
Oh, how I love this place

The waves making much sound
As people float in the background
All the bad memories began to erase
Oh, how I love this place

The daiquiri almost melted
For all I have been granted
There is nothing in misplace
Oh, how I love this place





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