How can it be if you don't know that breeze
that you're able to breathe, to understand, to believe
I try to imagine what sets your pace
if you can't have felt or seen this place
where do you go to find your bliss
and how do you hold onto happiness
without the whispers across the sand
without the tides to wash your hands
tell me your secrets,
you're different to me,
for how have you learned
without a touch from the sea.
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