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The summer's dreams I once had are now gone
and they wait for time to come back from this.
I stand on the beach just looking,
for a grain of:
sand, truth or anything worth while.

Don't tell me that I didn't warn you
because the world wasn't built in a day
So bury me in a fairy tale shaped casket.
Lay me to rest in that hollow ground,
where we shared that sweet first kiss.
Bury me with that sweet soil,
and hide me like a secret.

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