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Ice cream and dreams of tomorrow
Down on the beach
I took your hand
And we walked along the sand
Then bare foot we paddled
By the ebb of the tide
Then climbed over the dunes
And I kissed you there
In the afternoon sun
When the heat was at its strongest
I held you in my arms
And felt your heart beating
Next to my own
I could have so easily got lost in your eyes
And there is nowhere else
That I would rather be
Than...
Saturday 26th May 2018 8:45 am
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