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Jun 2010
My lips burn as red
As this sky is blue
Your laughter was sweet
I leaned close to you

Sunlight shines bright
Green grass feels cool
Your smile was dorky
You called me a tool

White Clouds are fluffy
Birds fly by fast
Your eyes were gleaming
But those times have passed

Though sunlight shone bright
And green grass felt cool
That day in the park
We both played the fool

Life is not simple
Months may grow long
But as we grow older
We too become strong
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