Beachbody
Lavishly torn
New to reform
Just as the way we speak
Scorn to the beat
Pounding our feet
Happiness for my sweet
The river don't dance
Hand in hand
Getting closer to the beach
There is no boat no oar nor rope
Gazing the calming sea
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