March 4, 2009
By prettylittlepoet BRONZE, Gladstone, Michigan
prettylittlepoet BRONZE, Gladstone, Michigan
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My hand's in your hand.
My eyes locked on your eyes.
We squish our feet in the sand
As we look up at the skies.

Above us is the moon.
Above is the stars.
Below us is the sand.
Do you know where we are?

To my left is the lake.
To my right is you.
Starin' at me
With eyes so blue.

Do you know where we are?
Do you know where we are?
Boy, do you know where we are?
I think we're on the shores
Of my heart under the moon and the Stars

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