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When the seashells crumbled in your hand, you looked up at me |
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And the sand shifting underneath your feet |
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Softened for you, and incredibly, the sun went through from the sky |
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I was certain I was going to cry |
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Then you reached up and you reached out |
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We'd been staring at the water all day |
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And then you touched me, you were golden |
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You were giving the game away |
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When the sand crabs ran across your face, you didn't even twitch |
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And a soft scent came across the water, impossibly rich |
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Impossibly cold |
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We were just nineteen years old |
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And then you reached up, you reached out |
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We'd been staring at the water all day |
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And then you touched me, you were golden |
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You were giving the game away |
