| An orange balloon on the distant horizon
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| The air had a nip for the sun was still rising
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| A delicate fusion of ambery tone
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| Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone
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| Another day begins
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| A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away
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| Perhaps the strangest of all nature’s rebels
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| Night she’d it’s cloak with the sounds of the day
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| The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles
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| Another day begins, another day
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| The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head
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| Like marionettes with invisible thread
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| The day unfurled like the flags on a mast
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| Spelling a message of sunshine at last
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| Another day begins, another day
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| I walked along for miles
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| The clear blue sky was free
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| And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea
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| Another day begins, another day
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| Far too soon it was time to be leaving
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| A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving
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| It caught my eye with a quizzical stare
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| Was it my love, was it she who was there?
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| Another day begins
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| I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top’s heather
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| The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream
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| The gull as it circled away dropped a feather
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| A souvenir of a beautiful day dream
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| Another day begins, another day |