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Ringo had just finished writing his song for Abbey Road. The entire time he was writing, he refused to tell me what it was about. "Y/n/n! Y/n/n! I finished the song!" He calls from our room. I quickly run to him. "Well, can I hear it?" I ask. He pats the spot on the bed next to him. I sit down as he hands me the paper with the lyrics on it.
I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus's garden in the shade I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus's garden with me I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed In an octopus's garden near a cave We would sing and dance around Because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the seaIn an octopus's garden in the shade We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe We would be so happy, you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden with you In an octopus's garden with you In an octopus's garden with you
I read aloud. "It's about us," he blurts. "Am I the octopus and the garden is our house?" I question. "Good guess but no. Do you not remember tenth grade? The field trip to the aquarium?" He asks. "The one where I told you that octopus's were my favorite sea animal?" I ask. "Yes. That one." he smiles. "God. That was so long ago I can't believe you remember it. I mean, we've come so far. Haven't we?" I smile, remembering when we were just children. "I love you," Ringo smiles, wrapping an arm around me as I hand him the lyrics. "I love you, too." I giggle.
