The world was too big and too harsh for her gentle heart. Her tears
were too honest, her love too plentiful. She did not fit in. They made
that all to clear to her. The sea accepted her for who she was so she
sought refuge within the waves. Her salty tears one with the water.
we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles