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The days at last are bearable, the wind is softly blowing,
The summer's coming to a close, and that we all are knowing.
I got to see the ocean once, I want to see it twice,
And if I don't 'fore winter comes, that won't be very nice.
I love the sea, the rolling waves, the sand between my toes,
I love to walk the boardwalk, wish I'd get there, heaven knows.
But work weeks have a way of going by, before we know it,
And if there's time where we can play, my week just doesn't show it.
So I still dream of where I'll go when once repairs are done,
'Cuz once my house is fixed, for now, I'm off to have some fun!!
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