The Beach House

Anna Cerutti, Glyphs Member

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I will remember the beach house

Always painted blue

Running to the beach

We didn’t wear our shoes

Too cold shower water

We didn’t care at all

Sand between our toes

Bare feet in the hall

 

I remember going home

Crying ’till our eyes were dry

And Grandpa always told us

We don’t have to say goodbye

‘Cause next year we will be here again

In the same place we will stay

Don’t worry little children

The beach won’t go away

 

Every year the same sorry

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Acting like little children

No matter what our age

 

But this time was different

Crying ’till our eyes were dry

When Grandpa didn’t say

Not to say goodbye

Next year we didn’t come

Not in the same place we always stay

But don’t worry little children

The beach won’t go away

 

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