At the age of seven, on summer evenings I used to walk In the solitude of the beach, with no sound and no talk And I used to sit silent on the sand just taking a look Writing sensations with my pencil on an old notebook.
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At the age of seven, on summer evenings I used to walk In the solitude of the beach, with no sound and no talk And I used to sit silent on the sand just taking a look Writing sensations with my pencil on an old notebook.
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