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Sigma smiles Of course Our swing We

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walk barefoot on wet grass and stones There, at .
rocks between the greenery and the waterfall await us . ,

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suspended swings two Old wood, strong ,
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ropes and silence like in a fairy tale Let's sit down First ,
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carefully Then we laugh We push each other . .
We get tangled up with our legs We swing higher and higher .
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Sigma lifts her legs . and her hair flutters like a girl's . ,

I look at her and think this island was That's why
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built * * . : *
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