Words gather together, a comical speech.
Two orphans laugh awkwardly, standing across from the gin.
Did you crack the window?
Was it meant to be so?
I'm not giving up.
I'm never letting go.
Dance faster, sing louder,
Spit as far as you can.
When dawn shines her light,
We'll see who triumphed.
Was it the girl in the striped dress?
She's never letting go.
The blue sea is roiling,
The deck to's and fro's,
But his legs hold him steady,
His whistle encourages, that cheerful, expected sound.
He thinks of her letters, on yellow crepe paper.
He's never letting go.
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