Is the past always going to follow
she leaves her footprints in the sand
she walks along the shore line
his letter in her hand
the waves brush off the rocks
her blonde hair is shining
her dress flows with the wind
beauty desguised with beauty
gorgeous eyes of deep blue
as she sits at the top a cliff
her feet hanging off the edge
she longs for his embrace
wipes her tears off from her face.
she misses his embrace.
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