Western
Up yonder in the western skies
As I tarry along these sandy beaches,
I could feel the water bring joy to my feet
The fresh breeze, the evening mists blowing
on my face. I could hear these tides and waves
stroking my soul as my heart is moved by
its dutiful sounds.
Remember me plastered against these sandy beaches and art
as I find him, the man of my dreams
As I tarry along these sandy beaches,
I could feel the water bring joy to my feet
The fresh breeze, the evening mists blowing
on my face. I could hear these tides and waves
stroking my soul as my heart is moved by
its dutiful sounds.
Remember me plastered against these sandy beaches and art
as I find him, the man of my dreams
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