The trees overhead
Created an interesting sky
The ocean a parade of blue
To my left
The people made noises
That buzzed in my head like bees
And I was fine
Till I felt your little hand
Grab the back of my shirt
(Till your fingers tore a hole in my heart)
And behind my sunglasses
I felt my eyes leaking
Forth sorrow
That I couldn't explain
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