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Upon a black sand beach we stood
And stared up at the summer sun
And I glanced around as far I could
But as hard as I looked I could see no one
So as the sun was sinking low
And me with nothing else to do
I began a journey but being quite slow
I doubted I'd get very far from you
And indeed after all my legs were quite short
And I soon found my self all tired and hoarse
But you laughed at me happily thinking it sport
And with tears in my eyes I got back on my course
But soon once again I fell flat on my face
And the grains of the beach were all salty and black
But as hard I struggled I couldn't find space
To get on my feet, or my front, or my back
And soon with a smile you came over too
And I with a glare and a pout gave at last
And with your big arms you pulled me to you
With a sigh and and a grunt I let go of the past
And that little girl on the black sands of time
Faded to nothing till what came before
Was hurriedly shoved in some closet sublime
In my subconscious were it could surface no more
But still I think back to the days of the past
Where I'd live if I could endlessly still
Escaping the endless cycle at last
And the horrors of days that need to be filled