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Originally Posted by holly984
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind
-Josh Pyke, The Summer
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Those are beautiful, Holly. I'll listen to the song now.
I like a few lines from
General Public's "Tenderness" (and I also like the song), because they are a good reminder of the value of tenderness:
"Seems like without tenderness there's something missing.
I don't know where I am but I know I don't like it.
I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful.
Words are so cheap, but they turn out expensive.
Words like conviction can turn into a sentence."