you know how the time flies,
only yesterday was the time of our lives,
we were born and raised in a summer haze,
bound by the surprise of our glory days.
i hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
but I couldn't stay away,i couldn't fight it,
i had hoped you'd see my face,
& that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over.
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