Leave your worries by the shore line, 💦
And run your bare feet through the sand, 💦
Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand, Make friends with flying seagulls, 💦
And hold the sun up on your palm, 💦
Before you duck beneath the water, 💦
Where the world is mute and calm, 💦
Tell the fish all of your problems, 💦
As they all come swimming past, 💦
When your lungs are close to bursting, 💦
Swim above the waves and gasp, 💦
Let the water hold your sadness, 💦
And wash it right out to the sea, 💦
So like a message in a bottle, 💦
All your worries are set free, 💦
And the sea might make you feel alone, 💦
But the world has troubles too, ❤️
For how else do you suppose, 💦
That the ocean got so blue? 💦
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