Short story
Between the shells on the beach I found you
And lost you
And what was actually there
Was only a summer of magic
Afterwards, only a voyage of rain

I was a child, I wanted to drink
The whole sea

Your name on the beach
Was written for me by the seagulls
The waves have erased it
It is so hard to forgive
Someone who chose to run away
Before we start to forget

I was a child, I wanted to see
The whole sea
I wanted to touch
Every travelling ship
Today, I already know
What he kept from me when he told me

Love is like a flying butterfly... 

I was a child, I wanted to cry
The whole sea

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