It seemed only a few days before I met Mr. Holland in Antigua
We boarded the boat for Saint Sebastian
It was all just as I'd imagined
I looked at those great glowing stars
And I felt the warm wind on my cheeks
And I breathed deep
And every bit of me inside myself said, "How beautiful"
It's not beautiful
You read my thoughts, Mr Holland
It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer
Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand
Those flying fish, they are not leaping for joy. They're jumping in tеrror
Bigger fish want to eat them
That luminous watеr, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies
The glitter of putrescence
There's no beauty here, only death and decay
You can't really believe that
Everything good dies here, even the stars
We boarded the boat for Saint Sebastian
It was all just as I'd imagined
I looked at those great glowing stars
And I felt the warm wind on my cheeks
And I breathed deep
And every bit of me inside myself said, "How beautiful"
It's not beautiful
You read my thoughts, Mr Holland
It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer
Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand
Those flying fish, they are not leaping for joy. They're jumping in tеrror
Bigger fish want to eat them
That luminous watеr, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies
The glitter of putrescence
There's no beauty here, only death and decay
You can't really believe that
Everything good dies here, even the stars
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