Envelop in my selfishness.
Stir around naïveté,
As if it were on a plate.
Let's meet in the woods,
We can hold hands and catch frogs down by the pond
I will carve our initials in a tree,
And watch you skip rocks, something you will have to teach me,
Today,
This is the day the sun will not go down.
If I could I would keep you here.
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