It is a four letters word.
And I get only the first.
The first is an L.
The word is a combination.
If I mistake...
If I misunderstood...
It might be hell.
I close my eyes and I can see the beach.
He wrote the word in the fair sand.
A wave wiped it.
I could just read the first letter.
The first is an L.
I remember a loop.
The second is an O...
or...
The second is an U...
A fair lock... or a fair luck.
No lull for lolling.
A lump in my throat.
A long lone lost look.
His last four lost words.
We can make it.
We call it love.
They call it lust.
We can make love.
We can't make lust.
But when we make love,
They call it lust.
We can make it.
The first is an L, the second, an O, the third a V and the fourth an E.
And the door opened.
And we saved the world.