Walking the beach on sun kissed sand
My words followed hers, no intent to be grand
Then marvelling at the things Id said
She'd say I was different, set ahead
I think now that I should have known
That I would end up all alone
If working bulls, are un-evenly yoked
The strong one pulls, and the weak is choked
It's ended then, as it should
As words before me said it would
Remembering times laying in bed
She'd marvel at the things I said
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