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"There's Veronica;
She's biting her lip
As she watches the waves turn white at the tip.
And there's Vada;
Radiating with joy,
And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.
And lastly there's Dade;
His hair dances in the wind,
And he's wondering what love is,
And why it has to end."
The Spill Canvas

okayy, I got some new sunset pictures from sandbanks.
it was unusual this time.
the sky went from pink, purple and blue to orange, yellow, pink and purple in a matter of minutes.

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Description
"There's Veronica;
She's biting her lip
As she watches the waves turn white at the tip.
And there's Vada;
Radiating with joy,
And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.
And lastly there's Dade;
His hair dances in the wind,
And he's wondering what love is,
And why it has to end."
The Spill Canvas

okayy, I got some new sunset pictures from sandbanks.
it was unusual this time.
the sky went from pink, purple and blue to orange, yellow, pink and purple in a matter of minutes.

THIS IS NOT EDITED AT ALL