to get back to your home
when everything's well and bright
with no traces of dread and cold
sparks of fire ignite the memories
of you and me when we're down the palm trees
we'll get high and fly by the sand and seas
we're happy with the fact that these were never meant to be
i like the way before
i like the stars' glow
just like when we're off the shore
gazing up and through the halo
of the luna's glow
fetch me a bottle of
happiness inside
a silence vow with a
mnemonic laughter beside
just like the way before
just like the way we know
just like the way we try to show
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