I walk outside and get reminded,
Of the weather of another climate,
A country seen recently,
Where no one would ever be.
And yet we tried out this place,
We saw the pictures,
And it was no disgrace,
But we are annoyed by the sea birds.
Day and night you smell the sea,
After a few days you don't notice it anymore,
And when you're gone, you miss it forever more,
Especially the breeze.
But the most i miss is sitting by the beach,
There is really nothing this can beat,
And although it is very far,
I want to be back at the beach in Nessebar.
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