The olive-skinned girl walked along side the sand on west side beach,
they said it was forbidden, so she took a long reach,
no matter what people said, no matter what they would teach,
the olive-skinned girl was attracted to it like
blood for a leach.
The girl stared above the horizon, wanting to raft with her oars
all she wanted was more.
The waves wanted her as well, as they dragged her all the way to the core
There was no more olive-skinned girl, as the next day they found her washed upon the shore.
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