Somewhere over the seas, you're out there,

still.

Somewhere over the rainbow under heaven over a hill.

I wonder if you still remember me or if I remain long forgotten.

I wonder if you're still out there, being silent still, forgotten.

Is it bad that I want the next wave from the sea?

The first few were so sweet it almost made me sick.

How can I dry heave so desperately?

You played your role so perfectly.

How did you do what you did do?

Like a magical performance you had me glued.

How did things go from sweet and soft to rude?

To nothing at all, to glue

all dried up that wouldn't stick.

Like two drumsticks that wouldn't click.

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