| Spots of time flash before my eyes
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| Like ribbons of light
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| Helplessly I try to touch them
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| Before they disappear into the night
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| Running fearlessly as in a dream
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| Headlong into the wind
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| Cool night air, blowing through our hair
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| Moonlight dancing on your skin
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| Do you remember
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| How young we were or is it just me
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| Imagining like I always do
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| When we were once wild and free
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| Young man yearning for days gone by
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| Innocence once removed
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| Familiar feeling of a front porch swing
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| And a song, always soothes
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| Spots of time like windows appear
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| You can look out or in
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| But you can’t get to the future I regret
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| By going through the past, my friend
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| Do you remember
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| How young we were or is it just me
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| Imagining like I always do
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| That we were once wild and free
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| A mother’s tears, a sparrow’s wing
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| A lover’s eyes softly glistening
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| Memories that to me are everything
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| But to others maybe only ashes and dust
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| Do you remember
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| How young we were or is it just me
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| Imagining like I always do
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| When we were once wild and free
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| Do you remember
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| How young we were or is it just me
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| Imagining like I always do
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| When we were once wild and free
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| Wild and free |