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A brilliant Greek song...
An old photograph in the empty beach
I'm looking from the balcony at the street that's getting blurry from the rain
They say that witches rule the land where you were shipwrecked
They sink down to the bottom and get you to the whitecap
They say that you were leaving amulets and notes for us at the waves
The children found them and got lost, just like this
The city turns its lights on like a ship
I remember you laughing; you asked me to remain a kid