The sea brings them to me
There was once an old, old wooden box with a heavy lock on it.
In it were a young girl’s dreams, but she forgot where she put the key to the heavy lock.
Today the wooden box is on the bottom of a deep sea, where not even the sun can see.
The dreams are leaking out of the box, one by one like liquid gold
and the sea brings them to me…
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