Picking rocks and shells,
Running to the ocean blue;
No pets on trails though.
Seeing you through reeds;
Beach glass, Seagulls and Angels.
Make those memories.
Sing me back home
My time spent in the cold north
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My time spent in the cold north
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Picking rocks and shells,
Running to the ocean blue;
No pets on trails though.
Seeing you through reeds;
Beach glass, Seagulls and Angels.
Make those memories.
Sing me back home
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