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Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal Me Ocean heal my wounds Ocean renew me with your power Ocean keep me warm Ocean disperse my tears Ocean let me grow in your depths Ocean your spray anoints me Ocean be my friend Ocean, heal me. © 1983 Susan Bacon Susan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher. You can contact her through http://www.ecoentrepreneur.org
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