Sometimes when the night comes, I wish that you would be walking on the beach here with me, looking at the crystal water reflecting in our foggy eyes, wet from tears and laughter. Although I know deep down that it could never be like that, that we will always speak in different tongues and walk our separate ways, that this earth is too small for us and that it can only hold a handfull of all the things we want do. But let's not think about that now, there are far more important matters to take care of right now. A bird whistles in the wind, and feet are clapping against the sand of an empty shoreline where distant voices keep ringing out over the sea.
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