city is unusually filled with stars
we are as if in a remote island
the radio says
wind south force three
in the hearts that would have been clear
afraid that knotted string is splitting away
you say
do not think too much
this heart never wanted a love
this soul never felt any of that kind
east to say
love for what it is
want to bet for what it meant to be
wonder whether the fate is on my side
i say
do not want to hear your goodbye
sky is blue your eyes are shining
it is as if in a tropical island
shall we say
do not worry be happy
wind south force three
visibility is six miles
a puddle smiles
and says may be yes may be
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