Flying kites

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take me back, a few steps

and pretend we didn’t know

what’s in store, behind the door

to get to tomorrow

let’s forget what will happen

later down the line

drink our fill, let us feel

forget about tonight

so delay all those fears, leave them no where near

summer’s now and it’s where

the kites were in the air

and you smiled, there i knew

i like flying kites with you

so don’t look through that glass

we’ve distanced on the map

it will only wash this dream

with the waves beneath my feet

and i’ll see that i’m standing, empty in this sea

and i’ll hear, with out seize, december calling me

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