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Going down to the ocean,
Watch the waves kiss the sand;
Feel the salty air surround me,
In this place called Newfoundland.
Walk on the seashore,
Touching beauty with my hand;
My eye jumps in the wonder,
Of this place called Newfoundland.
When did they ever know,
That now it is time for giving?
When did they ever learn,
That the world is a place for living?
Tossing stones in the water,
Throwing hard as I can;
Wishing the world was as peaceful,
As this place called Newfoundland.
Watch the birds fly above me,
More free than any man;
I think I found the answer,
In this place called Newfoundland.
