Ocean Spray

She sang to me the other day,
A song so sweet and true.
And I sang back, I let her know
That I was bringing you.

To see the beauty and hear the rush
And feel the mist of water brush
As fresh as morning dew.

So when I let the sweet caress
Of freedom from the heaven blessed
You must remember to wonder, lest,
Her breath will not be true.

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