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FishHe smells like chlorine, / like a lake. / I want to jump in,

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Cricket's SongThe sun gives way to its shining counterpart. / The stars peek through; a romantic glistening spread across a navy canvas. / The sounds of summer fill the space between heaven and earth.

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YouYou / (What we had) / (What we did)

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