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a memory, of a trust or perhaps of a commitment of change, to draw the line and walk ahead, the path behind, designed in lines encrypted in our minds
l was talking to someone l love last thursday
as we laughted we recalled going conkering
we were not children either
don`t know if l wanna climb trees
but going conkering
building sandcastles
having a kiss
yeah l am up 4 that
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