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I can hear the ocean pounding through my veins.
I can feel you there, leaving only stains.

I left a perfectly good heart buried in the sand.
You picked me up and promised to help me stand.

But you left me with 200 seashells.
200 memories left for me to sell.

A lonely wind blows,
And all our pain shows.

Our words, I guess, in the end
Were letters we were ever meant to send.

But still I remember your song
And our hands holding for so long.

Yesterday I said we had tomorrow.
I had promised you no more sorrow.

But I left you with 200 seashells.
200 memories left for you to sell.