Beneath the surface of the blue, blue sea
Is a place I love to be,
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I sit and look at photographs
And say I love you so
A thousand miles between our laughs
Yet they travel to and fro
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Written by Reg Brewer, my father in 1922 when he was 17.
These are words he choose to live by - me too.
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My water ski, she is a beauty
Now she’s painted bright red and black
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Once upon a time
We climbed from primordial slime.
Was it one cell, or two?
Well - at most just a few
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Once I could laugh with anyone
Because, you see, I had a Sun
Her beauteuos rays would light my life
I wished that she would be my wife
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The sun carresses this granite isle
Where quietness rules the day.
The other world is sometimes grim,
here we smile, it is the Seychelles way.
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Emerging from the doldrums
reaching for the light,
is it worth the trouble?
is it worth the fight?
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