1, 2, 3 I'm leaving my house
To another town quite different from ours
There is no beach
Not a single beach
I didn't tough out
That I would quite miss
The sound of the sea
Sand sinking our feets
And the feeling unique
How warm is my
Sea
Fallen leaves
I'm leaving my house
To another town quite different from ours
There is no beach
Not a single beach
I didn't tough out
That I would quite miss
The sound of the sea
Sand sinking our feets
And the feeling unique
How warm is my
Sea
Autumn breeze
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