4th Of August

With her dark curly hair,
She steals the wind
Along one side of her neck.

She goes where se goes.
Right across the sea.

Well I envy her perfection.

The way she wears her hat,
Will be my beacon
When our light finally goes out.

I could say
I lost her somewhere
Between the crushing waves,
And the 4th of august
At 3am.

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