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Seasons in the Sun
I remember those days of yore
When I was innocent and free
All the good times had before
In our cabin by the sea
Being cautioned by my mother
With a starfish in my hands
Building castles with my brother
In the golden shifting sands
The countless sons and daughters
From the timid to the brave
Wading in the shallow waters
Running frightened from the waves
And when dinner time was near
You could hear the crowd a buzzin'
Drinking slurpees on the pier
Eating crab cakes by the dozen
All the players in the band
And the people in the town
Would be standing hand in hand
As we watched the sun go down
With like moments hard to find
Since my childhood days are done
Still the memories flood my mind
Of those seasons in the sun
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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