Last time I went to the beach was 1999. And even then all I did was write my name in the sand before running back to the hotel.
Last time I went to the beach was 1999. And even then all I did was write my name in the sand before running back to the hotel.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
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