A miracle splashed from out the blue sea.
Dabbed dry with grattitude, as a melody
played, beautifully.

Seville now 180 minutes away.

Smudge, I now know we can fly.
I didn't have dreams when I was young.

It makes me won't to cry.

Through all the suffering and pain.
It's hard not to think like cain.

Life will throw its inevitable surprises.
But I will kiss you when the sun sets,
and I will kiss you when it rises.

I may even be grateful it was all neo-noir.
Hope began there.
We'd look to the stars, and stare.

Do you remember the gypsy? She proffessed
our love would storm the hill.

Now on its crest, we see Seville 


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