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Jul 2014
As the seasons go by
And the days melt away
As the hours tick down to minutes
And minutes to seconds.
I only feel young around you.
So come let's play.
We can tell each other secrets
And sing songs about May.
Just as children do.
Eating lunch on the playground
And at night while you're not around
I'll dream, and tell you I flew.
But really
I was dreaming of you.
Luna Elora
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Luna Elora
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