Two sets of footprints in the sand, walking side by side, tell the story of our past before the rising tide. But with each new dawn the waters gone and so are our footprints, so we forget the past that has passed and walk the beach again.
We leave our footprints in the sand walking hand in hand; we don't look back in the past we just keep eyes ahead. But with each new day the tide will fade and so will our footprints, so we join hands to walk the sands as we fall in love again
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