| On the beach I limped and held your weary hand
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| That windy day we slept well past noon
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| Too busy counting every grain of sand
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| To even have a ghost of a clue
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| I played in the waves like a five-year-old child
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| Timing my jumps with the rolling tide
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| I never looked to see you on the shore
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| Planning your escape and drying your eyes
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| Had you known for a week, a month, or a year
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| Had you been trying in vain to let me know?
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| Somehow I never noticed your tears
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| And sitting there smiling I watched you go
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| I laid on back, listening to the waves
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| Humming a song that you never knew
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| The water wet your feet
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| As you crossed through the sand
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| And whispered that you’d be back soon
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| I never thought to ask you when
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| Blind to the sorrow you were laying to rest
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| I never thought to tell you to jump back in
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| And sitting there smiling I watched you go
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| I watched you go
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| I watched you go
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| I watched you go |