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Seashells

We picked the seashells on the shore,

You hear them whisper in your ears,

I always love to hear you share what they speak,

Their words with different voices,

I always thought you just pretend,

So I pretended to understand,

Now you are far

Beyond the horizon that we see

Whenever we watch the sun wake and sleep,

I picked a seashell on the shore

And hear it whisper in my ear,

I hear your voice saying I love you.

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idiosyncrasy
Published
Aug 6, 2015
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#love#words#whisper#voices#shore#seashells
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