The beach lies under the golden sun
surf and sand and food and fun
getting burnt and feeling fine
why not share some sparkling wine
a picnic prepared the night before
and missing the glass as you pour
the day has past its time to go
but we do it again if the wind don't blow
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
The beach lies under the golden sun
surf and sand and food and fun
getting burnt and feeling fine
why not share some sparkling wine
a picnic prepared the night before
and missing the glass as you pour
the day has past its time to go
but we do it again if the wind don't blow
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