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The Beach | ||
| Waves are lapping on the beach. Gentle breezes cool the air. Happiness is in our reach And we cast off every care. We are sitting in the shade, Watching bodies dark or tan. 'Tis a lovely beach parade We're enjoying while we can. Praise the Lord that we can be Resting here beneath the sun. There is much for us to see. We are always having fun. | ||
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