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I built a castle by the sea,And beautiful she stood,Upon her mountain made of sand,As I knew she would.
Look at the shore, so calm and peaceful. In the storm, it provides clarity of mind. See the shells, some broken yet beautiful, Washing away the blemishes like the tide.
Breathing in the salty air I can feel the wind pushing through my hair, I feel the warmth of the sun pressed against my skin, the crashing of the waves fill the silence amongst one another.
To stand barefooton a beachwhile a tide,with its ever cooland calming water,touches your feet,flooding it on its wayup the shore,and while moving backto its homethe same tide
Waves do stand true to your heart, And its blue refraction, true to your eyes