At the center of the world
There's a s t a t u e of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eye
And she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise
It's s c a t t e r e d easy in her hand
And came to rest upon a beach
With a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea
To stretch out so that we
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