Graffiti; Not On Paradise Wall
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My wife counts the grain of sand on the shore
And I count the stars as usual in the sky.
Waves come and go and Ocean never says tired
Though we're wearied.
The path ahead complicated
But we walk towards the dawn
And I am sure Sun rises and sets again?
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