Sing to me
The words of yesterdays
Memories we made
Laughter we trade
From our songs of yesterday
I smell the sea spray;
But can you hear the waves
Walk back the clock
Take me there, when
Robina Park was
never far away
On the beach we laid
It beckons with
the library, we said
The memories we made
The songs you sang
Will you sing again
And no longer be afraid.
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