By the shore of the sea searching for his memory sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me in the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain and ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned all the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze while the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves There's a bistro where we would dine each evening candle light and California wine love is holding hands across the table I still go past each night look for his car outside At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end but his words still linger on on whispering waves aah, ahh, ahh... By the shore of the sea searching for his memory sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me all the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze while the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
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