I love the sound of footsteps in the sand
And wooden soled shoes on wet cobblestones.
I can't see someone cry without crying myself.
I'm not as strong as I should be.
I love squishy pillows and soft blankets,
I want to go...anywhere...everywhere.
Do you know me?
I wish I did.
Everyone's looking for themselves.
And I'm just one of them...one of the lost ones.
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