In a wave on the sea,
A boat goes up and down
like a paper boat
Sounds of the chirpy bird choir fills the air
A butterfly flies above the sea weeds
The waves hit the rocks and play their own orchestra
God is here somewhere near
smiling in each floral bloom
gentle breeze flows from the sea to the land
cooling the hot sandy beach
A boat goes up and down
like a paper boat
Sounds of the chirpy bird choir fills the air
A butterfly flies above the sea weeds
The waves hit the rocks and play their own orchestra
God is here somewhere near
smiling in each floral bloom
gentle breeze flows from the sea to the land
cooling the hot sandy beach
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