Time is like sand being drug out to the ocean by each wave that comes to shore
Evening waves
Evening waves crash the shore The sun goes down upon the beach once more Hear the gulls cry good night As they fly by
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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