dark eyes and a halo of tattoos, the whole things
extract ourselves
from loneliness, these magical
will happen
"when I grow up" at the sea but too
you shown through waiting, embrace me, waiting
come back to me, and then when you're grown up
your eyes will be old and trying to look to young
again, you wasted this time waiting for someone
to love you, when maybe, you
could have the sad
thing for you, watching a video from 6 years ago
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