So many questions in the salty
Mist, whether love was love or
Just a wish, I sat under the
Umbrella, you strolled the beach
Oh how the sun did shine that
Day, somewhere in time we did
Not agree, as the tide came and
Went, I imagined too you
Did dream, but way led to
Way, if we were meant to be
That arcade window would
Not have lit your face, and I
Would have stumbled into you
Where castles are made and
Glimmers of light make rings.
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