You said to me on that deserted beach in California, “you can touch my legs.” But I didn't do it. There, my love, is love lost. That's why I never stop wondering, since that day, where you' ve been and where you're now. And you, shining gleam of my misspent youth, did you lose, or did you find? I don't know, and I'll never know. I can't even remember your name, my love, and I don't have the answer. This is how I like to imagine it, the answer. In the end, my love, we have no choice. We have to find.
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