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A tired swing on a lonely beach
The breeze loves to play with it
I rest down on its creaking seat
And let breeze play with us both
The night makes you forget
What you want to remember
And helps remember
What you long to forget
Nocturnal animals
Always longing for dusk
We wild things come alive
Drawn to moon-bulged tides
In her darkness we cure
Our salt-brined insides
