How pleasant to see the old,
swept away.
Gone.
How sad you think you'd be
To see the smashed up debris
on the shingle.
Of it's haunted bay.
Ah.. no.
Alas! Breezes, fresh in unstained clarity,
carry the scent of adventures unseen.
And as for wreckage,
none...
The ghosts have gone.
And all is anew.
Let us build with stems of sapling bamboo! Upon the shore.
I race you to find some more!
Call to the Lost Boys!
She has returned!
swept away.
Gone.
How sad you think you'd be
To see the smashed up debris
on the shingle.
Of it's haunted bay.
Ah.. no.
Alas! Breezes, fresh in unstained clarity,
carry the scent of adventures unseen.
And as for wreckage,
none...
The ghosts have gone.
And all is anew.
Let us build with stems of sapling bamboo! Upon the shore.
I race you to find some more!
Call to the Lost Boys!
She has returned!
