Six years,
This summer and longer ago,
I don't know the date.
I was hurt,
I couldn't get to the next room to save you.
I always wished for wishful thinking,
An abandoned rock quarry to swim in.
I don't want to be alone.
Six years,
This summer and longer ago,
I don't know the date.
I was hurt,
I couldn't get to the next room to save you.
I always wished for wishful thinking,
An abandoned rock quarry to swim in.
I don't want to be alone.
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