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By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
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Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
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In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain
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And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves
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Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand
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Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned
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All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
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While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
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There's a bistro where we would dine each evening
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Candle light and California wine
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Love is holding hands across the table
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I still go past each night
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Look for his car outside
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At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams
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Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes
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Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end
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But his words still linger on on whispering waves
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By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
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Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
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All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
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While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
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Whispering Waves
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| Donna Summer |
