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Strum the waves like I strum my guitar strings

When you return from
across the sea,
strum the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.

I wade by the shore,
hoping my song
guides you back.

When you tire of me,
Leave, but
I’ll be waiting,
listening for you
strumming the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.

Strum the waves like I strum my guitar strings

When you return from
across the sea,
strum the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.

I wade by the shore,
hoping my song
guides you back.

When you tire of me,
Leave, but
I’ll be waiting,
listening for you
strumming the waves
like I strum my guitar strings.

Adrian Alarilla  30, Tukwila

 
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