On the BeachThe long shore, The crashing waves, Thats where I want to be... On the Beach.On the Beach
I know we will be there soon. Seeing the children in the shallows will fill my heart wil boon. So soon... So soon...
The sun on my face, The spray a bitter taste, The sand warm and smooth. So soon... Very soon...
Seashells litter the shore. A knock upon the door. The smiling face of an old friend. On the beach.
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Music is the only art that pleases by its self, all others desire witnesses.
If colorguard were easy It would be called cheerleading.
It's a six foot pole and a five foot silk, you better catch something.
I'm Stef.
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Music is the only art that pleases by its self, all others desire witnesses.
If colorguard were easy It would be called cheerleading.
It's a six foot pole and a five foot silk, you better catch something.
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes