someday, Rebecca.
some flowers can last forever.
Isaac has divided an ocean, has wiped the sand to an extreme.
But the night seemed white and you were laughing at the moon.
A plea, Isaac, a prayer.
But not to Rebecca's sanity, not today.
Find Isaac's nature for yourself, we already have.
It was raining, I remeber.
I felt so alone.
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