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lie upon the ocean's shore
back pressed against the earth
no need to take this anymore
feet cooled by ocean's surf

you've sung with me the song of rhyme
we've held hands across the night
can't turn back the hands of time
to try to make things right

it's not a dream but real and sane
existence filled with humility
just keep things on a level plane
come and find your name with me