I want to go home to the sea.
Then sometimes, I’ll sit on the rock
And people-watch
As they pass like ships in the night.
The sun will rise,
And then it will set.
So I can live just like this,
To never have to fret.
I want to go home to the sea.
Then sometimes, I’ll sit on the rock
And people-watch
As they pass like ships in the night.
The sun will rise,
And then it will set.
So I can live just like this,
To never have to fret.
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So thoughtful and quiet! 💜
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