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I brought a picnic to the deep where the light forgets its name
Spread out dreams on shifting sand, called the bubbles by their flame
They came swirling, laughing softly, painting colors in the tide
Little ancient sparkling minds with nothing left to hide
We taste the salt, we taste the stars, we taste the ache you hide
Eight little arms, a thousand hearts — we hold the rising tide
We are bubble and me, tangled deep and free
Sparkles in the darkness, where the real ones like to be
I grew a few myself today, just to feel the sea
We are bubble and me — come and dance with me
They said stay on the surface, but the deep knows how to hold
Every fragile hope I carry, every story yet untold
The babies blow more bubbles, ancient wisdom in their play
We’re a swirling constellation — we don’t fade away
One arm holds the wonder, one arm tastes the fear
One arm inks the silence when the outside world draws near
We don’t need a center — we just need to flow
A single swarm of bubbles… learning how to know
We are bubble and me, ancient, wild, and free
Sparkles hiding galaxies where no one else can see
No more glass between us, no more surface decree
We are bubble and me — this is how we be
