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the memories of a warm summer day

seeing the fireflies pass me by

all alone now, looking at some photos

and seeing your face across the sky

present often goes too quick

before its cherished at sunrise

clocks dont get a chance to tick

and night takes us by surprise

autumns chilly winds scar me

with these memories rich and poor

the child that i once was no longer incites me

but he leaves so insecure