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Carefully walking over pebbles
To the sea beyond
Shiver as the water splashes
Up pale legs en rolled up trousers
Sun beats down like summer
Children riding carousel horses
Fish and ships on the beach
In the shadow of the pier
Ladies with stilts and feathers
Promenading with a smile
Crazy old guy dancing
To a rhythmic soulful beat
A wander down the Lanes
Vintage shops and cafe lunch
Goths walking hand in hand
Their faces oh so thoughtful
There is no place quite like this
A seaside forlorn paradise


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