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Sunrise on the docks
Boats sway and softly knock
And I watch the seagulls fly
As the world just passes by
This is my kind of place
A slow and easy pace
Harbor dreams
Simple as it seems
Harbor dreams
Yeah it beams
Old wood weathered gray
I could sit here all day
The ocean air is sweet
Salty on my feet
Do you ever wonder why
I just want to sit and sigh
All this hustle I don't need
Just plant a simple seed
