I’m lying on the sand,
Covered by the shade.
I can hear the waves and the birds,
As their voices fade.
The children are laughing,
Running with their spades.
How lucky am I to be alive
I prayed.
I’m lying on the sand,
Covered by the shade.
I can hear the waves and the birds,
As their voices fade.
The children are laughing,
Running with their spades.
How lucky am I to be alive
I prayed.
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