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The GleamQuiet beach, soaked through and throughFeel on my waist your wet hand Surprised we both survived Later, our burning bodies both made a glow And we rose as smoke and then as a puff of ash We drifted out over the sea Where it hurts too much to look It hurts to try and see At that point we could just step into the gleam |