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On the beach, when I was a little boy.
I enjoyed, not the toys but the tales.
There was the time that I have no pain.
In the nights with out rain, I was told the legend of things.
Gentle waves move quietly from the fared sea.
Those nights that pretty moon and stars were shining.
While the wind blown and I started thinking.
About gentle waves were kissing the sandy beach as always.
Thousand and thousand of printing on the sand left behind.
I don’t know why and how long this sandy printing would stay.
Even though waves being gone away.
I saw sandy beach was still waiting for thos
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