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Leave the worries by the shoreline
And run your bare feet through the sand
Let the water be a soft bed
When you cannot bear to stand
Make freinds with flying seagulls
And hold up your palms
Before you duck beneath the water
Where the world is mute and calm
Tell the fish all of your problem
As they all come swimming fast
When your lungs are close to bursting
Swim above the waves and gasp
Let the water hold your sadness and wash
It right out the sea
So like a massege in a bottle
All your worked are set free
ANd sea might make you feel alone
But the world has troules too
For how do you support that
The ocean Got so blue
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