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Published: Jun 1, 2007

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Remember that time
By your bed, in your room
We laughed about what
We could see in the moon

Can you hear all the stories
We told by the slide
About kings and fairies
The others asked why

Can you feel the rain
The time in your yard
We were the ones
The concert hall starred

We sang our songs
With play-instrumentals
We still preferred those
To expensive rentals

Remember the dances
We attended alone
With invisible partners
We really shone

When we stared down
That teacher together
(We both got in trouble
but that doesn't matter)

Remember when I waited
For you for hours
Just to wish you off
You seemed so sour

Remember the times
I called you up
Always so busy
I guess you grew up

I just wish for
One more time with you
The you who was fun
The one who was true

So I live with the hope
That I’ll see you again
And be able to laugh,
See your beautiful grin

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