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Tell me WhyAnother Night,
a different fight,
words get messed,
rises up, like a pest
Tell me why it seems so hard,
tell me why it tears me apart,
tell me why I feel so for you,
tell me, will our dreams come true?
Embrace me like never before,
I'll take you to the river,
I'll take you to the shore,
I want to make you shiver,
cause you the one I adore
Let's build a sandcastle,
in sun or in rain,
it won't be in vain
Hopes and dreams,
in sand, it seems
they're lasting forever,
well, I won't let them die, never!
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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