There was a place once I knew about
There was a song I heard
a sound
There was a smell
like flowers and salt water
decay
There was the sound of the waves
the low moans of trawlers
creeping
There were shooting stars
at night the sky
so vast
There was a time
I feel like I remember
in pieces like a dream
not quite
There was a time
slow as mud and tides
slow as the moon
There was a fire that burned all night
There was something I forgot to say
something I forgot about
something
There was
something
I forgot
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