Sparkling seas and blazing blue,
The waves lap at the sand.
One palm is waving happily
Into the sun it stretches its hand.
Paradise is painted with flowers,
Rich smells of coconut and salt.
A perfect circle with scattered white seashells,
The sea tosses with foam and cobalt.
Life here seems rainbows and sunshine,
Posters made with “wish you were here”.
But at whom is that palm tree waving?
It’s alone, that much is clear.
It’s alone, that much is clear.
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