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Tommy Randell Jan 18
When we were laughing criminals
On the run from normal every day,
Holding each other to ransom for ***
Not caring where Love might take us next,

We were the fugitive originals
Sleeping out in fields of hay,
Burning candles both ends of the wick
To make love long and make life quick,

To taste the freedom of living without principles
In winning the game our own sweet way,
Twin supernovae on fire in the night,
Incandescent with teenage life -

Can you hear us, still, being young and invincible
The forces of nature pumping in our veins?
Oh I wish we could go back there now,
For the Priceless look on people's faces again!
Been trying to nail this format/rhyme scheme for a while ... This is close.

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