There’s a bottle by the water, There’s a message in the sand. There’s a clue beneath the sunrise, There’s a map inside your hand. Every beach becomes a doorway, Every street becomes a sign. Follow footsteps through the island, Follow stories left behind. Chorus There’s treasure in the tide, There’s gold inside the ride. Not just coins beneath the blue, But the places calling you. There’s treasure in the sky, In the people passing by. In the culture, in the light, In the island coming alive. Bridge Through the app, through the lens, The old world breathes again. Every clue, every view, Brings the island back to you.
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