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I go backward in time

to that one summer night

so long ago,

when we were eighteen.

The south wind breathed

pastel spring,

you whispered sweetly,

so sweetly,

and the robins sang.

We exchanged secrets

on that night, so long ago,

when our bond was created.

Oh, how we loved.



Time has parted our paths

for the most part,

but not our remembrance

of that night,

so long ago...so long ago.

Now, after all these years,

we still walk the path

so well chosen by

the phantom of that night

at Sawgrass.

Somewhere there is a shadow

of our love...the life that almost was.