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Essaouira, dream of wave and sky,
Your breeze is music drifting high.
Hearts find peace upon your sand,
And souls awaken by your hand.
White walls whisper ancient tales,
Blue doors open where silence sails.
The sea composes at twilight’s shore,
A love song heard forevermore.
Your breeze is music drifting high.
Hearts find peace upon your sand,
And souls awaken by your hand.
White walls whisper ancient tales,
Blue doors open where silence sails.
The sea composes at twilight’s shore,
A love song heard forevermore.
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