We sat beside the sweeping sea
With secrets swimming in rather deep
Our eyes talked and we looked at ease
Then we lit a little flame
It burnt between us like a dancing blaze
Of all feelings that don’t have a name
We spoke and we spoke of us
And hurled our pride into the flame
The fire created quite a fuss
It now became a sarcastic fire
And for our little conversation
It soon became a funeral pyre
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