When you reach
The beach
No one was there to teach
That the color of sand is peach
You will enjoy
The of joy
When you touch the sand
With your hand
The small children will run
And even you will have a lot fun
In the sun
The beach water
Will not be hotter
You can get the cool
Breeze from the trees
But no one can save
You from the giant wave
At that time you have to be brave
You would like to play
There for full day
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