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Sep 2014
I hear them, soft and quiet
First is first, second is second.
Yet it calls, they call, them call
Whatever they are,
I know, they are what I want most.
It's the waves of your tide that drag me in.
And so they'll sing,
First is first, second is second.
Himal
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Himal  Australia
(Australia)   
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