I remember the theory, speculation and interpretation,
I remember the sunrise and sunset in our hallucination,
I watched you sing, dance and play in anticipation;
Maybe one day, I will be the sensation of your relaxation,
I could cry, I’m happy
I could be rejected and depressed but not unhappy,
There is no need of asking me what I fancy.
Because I am me, each time I’m close to the sea.
Smile and tell me you are happy,
Laugh every time and do it gladly,
When I see you I want to sing happy,
That’s the kind of story I fancy.
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