Wandering alone, on a lovely beach
On a sunny afternoon in summer
With only the air and waves beside
Having walked half a kilometer
Saw a girl of age around twenty
With two boys of the same age
Standing all three beside a boat
I kept walking a kilometer
And then walked the return way
To my surprise I found the girl!
Lay cold on the shore!
How the girl trusted them?
What made her accompany them
I wonder and I ponder!
It was the murder of trust
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