| I. Kensa
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| I’ma take us all back to the golden summer chapters
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| Drifting back to when we craft origamis of oleanders
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| Getting drenched in the pitter-patter of the drizzle
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| Dibble-dabble with the games and tittle-tattle on the trees
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| Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers and some pebbles
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| We all made a mess of puppy love and kitten litters
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| Architect our neighbourhood’s map with hidden treasures
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| But the best of all was how we fell in love beyond measure
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| II. |
| Fossils
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| Like intuition, our situation in abstraction
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| An attraction of soul mates integrated by fate
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| Day to day we radiate, running while intoxicated
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| Laughing maniacs aggravated
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| Them folks and we got scolded
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| Talking 'bout what he said, she said
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| Smell of green grass touchin our heads
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| Sunrise to sunset isn’t when our day ends
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| III. |
| Soupherb
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| Remember paper night? |
| Or should I say the green light
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| To cherish our lives, couldn’t afford to spoil the good times
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| Moonlight to sunrise, with bottles or warm cups
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| Toasting eye to eye, out of fear of bad bumps |
| We always never had enough so add the speakers turned up
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| Then stargazing 'til we doze off
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| Get awakened by the sunshine, greeted by smiles
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| Small things that took us miles away
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| IV. |
| DB
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| I’m staying with the riddles and the happy meals and giggles
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| Riding bikes, singing holy night and other Christmas jingles
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| Gumamela bubbles and dirt cakes, a checkmate
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| Running coming home to closed gates, I’m home late
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| My childhood memories my favorite to reminisce
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| In love, and faith, and hope, we’re nothing but generous
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| All smiles like the world was full of cameras
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| It’s just family and friends, no etceteras
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| V. Kensa
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| The rusty old swings and the little kept secrets
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| The ghost stories and the jump scares in that sequence
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| The toy box and red balloons in the air
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| The bullies and the crushes, the fostering of care
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| VI. |
| Fossils
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| Circling on the merry-go round
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| Crying in laughter was our dear sweet sound
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| It’s been all fun and games, nights were our days
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| Glistening gaze on grins upon the summer haze
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| VII. |
| Soupherb
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| How did it feel like? |
| I have to remember |
| Living as sixteen or younger
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| Pockets filled up as we grew older
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| Wish to drop the now and stay young forever
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| VIII. |
| DB
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| The innocence is evident, there’s beauty in every element
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| Seeing symbolisms in the rhythm is the sentiment
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| Sitting through collisions and missions now that I’ve grown
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| Take me back to timezones, a silent glimpse to my home |