I`ve stretched out upon the beach,
The sun drips into me.
Upon my dried lips a forgotten song,
I`m living the gentle life.
I`m carried away by the wind,
I`m thrown into the air and gone,
Right now, in far places,
I`m separating from the useless bustle of life.
Not an atomic bomb,
But a platonic love.
My hope is for the future, I`m on vacation!
In one hand I`ve got a mirror,
Even a poet would be jealous of me.
I`m sunburned through and through, I`m at the beach!
Ooo...
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