I'm dreaming of your untested eyes: will they shine today? Will they shine? Summer's starting early, and I'm not over spring yet. Summer's starting early this year. Spiraling differences create a new life for a shaken young man. Blue housedress, fading fast with time and age, a metaphor for where I let us go. Will we rise again? I burnt down bridges heavy-heartedly to leave you behind. Silence makes me blind. Create a new life. Will we rise again?
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