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It's a car like hers I see on the way to work A song I hear at the coffee shop I dream a had last night about a place I'll never see again It's the memories that only exist in my head Of the secret field of wildflowers The endless landscape where you could run forever The sound of her saying "you'll get it when you're older" How much older do I have to get?
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
i miss u
It's a car like hers I see on the way to work A song I hear at the coffee shop I dream a had last night about a place I'll never see again It's the memories that only exist in my head Of the secret field of wildflowers The endless landscape where you could run forever The sound of her saying "you'll get it when you're older" How much older do I have to get?
2-20-2026
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
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