seven white pebbles

some rose-speckled shells

they were sleeping in my pockets

when we last exchanged farewells

oh the things we keep, the things we throw away



somewhere on the west coast

on a long stretch of beach

I called you and I called

but you were moving out of reach

oh the times we hear, the times we turn away



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and Im sorry for whatever came between

sorry for the love that might have been

but for the timing



perhaps if wed met later

or else sometime before

if only I had loved you less

if you had loved me more

oh the things we learn, the things we learn too late



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one star in the twilight

soon therell be more

but I dont think Ill try wishing

dont feel as lucky as I did before



all the strange and empty spaces

Ive since travelled on my own

with a handful of seashells

a pocketful of stones

oh the things we keep, the things we throw away

oh the things we feel, the things we never say



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