Fruit of the sea out of the water—
one summer day, the sea erases
the footprints in the sand as you come searching for me.
Then I look at you and you stop next to me
and we don't speak. No, we do not speak.
We take one another by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far, far away.
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea.
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We take each other by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far—far, far away.
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea—
you are a fruit of the sea—
fruit of the sea.