Where the wind was my friend and time grew with simplicity,
Let me see your eyes again,
With fleeting hope,
Naivety was your best friend,
Let me smell my burning youth and hear our futures roar with love,
Let our minds wonder with 'maybe's' and 'could we's' and the youthful illusion of perfection,
Let me feel your hand again,
It dripping in chance and seeking lust,
Let me float in your safety.
Take me back to the time we met,
Of playing with white flags and seducing hope...
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