I heard the ocean calling me, Like a song from memory. Waves were moving soft and slow, Telling stories only travelers know. A guitar played down by the shore, I felt like I had been here before. The palm trees danced, the night was warm, And the island took me in its arms. Chorus It’s the sound of the ocean, The beat of the heart. The pull of the island, No matter where you are. It’s the feeling of motion, The fire in the air. Dominican magic, You can feel it everywhere. Bridge Now through the lens, through XR dreams, The island opens like a scene. AI whispers, “Look again,” Every place becomes a friend.
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