Feeling the warmth, feeling the cold
people come, some people go
and my mind is always wondering
how long you are going to stay
Among the sandals and tambourines
the firefly diamonds and
the sudden silence, the big vendetta
and the scene stealing corpse
Night falls, sleep comes, sand
bugs bite my ankles and I still
hope to see your sunburned face when
I open my bonfire encrusted eyes
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