The people watched as Lenin was smashed to bits. I jostled for position to see this monumental event. I saw it through the screen of another. Never have I been in such a rugby scrum.
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Soft, Breathless Kisses. Waves Rocking Our boat. Four heartbeats, Four waves, Four knots. Dancing On top Of the waves. 2 lovers, 2 oars, 4 eternity. With The sound Of the sea Pulsing in our ears And The red glowing sunset ahead, We’ll sail on.
It’s never going to be. It just was. The dreams she had Have been eternally frozen. It was always going to be, Though it was far too soon. And I only see her now In moments unchosen.