The Pier
Today I sat at the pier
thinking about you and how much I
wished you were near
Today I sat at the pier
and thought about you
I sat there and watched the water
crash against the wood
Yes I sat the pier
and as I thought about you
I wiped away a tear
Why did I cry?
Well it was becasue I missed you my dear
It was beautiful
The memory I had of you while sitting at the pier
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