they make me ache, make me yearn
its never ending, as far as i can see
and the crisp edges of my memory now burn
i wish i could go back to then
so i could get to know you all over again
then maybe we'd learn to fly
with you i wouldn't have to try
and tho i might do things differently
this flame still burns brilliantly
i wonder what people would think if they stepped into my head for a moment and looked around. would they get lost, trapped in my fantasy world? would they get as confused as i do sometimes?
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