Sat by the edge of ,
The edge of my favorite place,
A gentle wind blowing around me, and on my face the feeling is great,
The feelings the sights and sounds are real "This is no fantasy place"
As I sit here right now,the view is breathtakingly beautiful in this place,
And oh the "wow"

The view of the sea,
The mist in the air,
And as the mist lifts and rises the cliffs edge is reborn,
Washed with erosion so clean and white,
The look is so right with the sea riding high,
Looking beyond out to sea'
So peacfull but not quiet.

The birds song in flight and the sound of the sea'
And so for a while, I'll capture this moment in time.

So now as I sit by the edge,

The edge of my favorite place.

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