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Wet sand
Slowly we're strolling
hand-in-hand
	unconcerned of the rain
walking barefoot 
in wet sand

and you're humming 
	on melodies
with lyrics
you've forgotten

and I want to help 
	so much
to fill in
the missing words
but I
	can't

instead I'll trip you up
and help you back on your feet