Some Notes

It started on a springtime
When the world smelled clean
And bright and new

And anything seemed possible
So we pretended
That was true

We wandered over fences
As if they were only
Lines on maps

We ran and danced across the fields
As if they held no
Mines or traps

It didn’t work out like we hoped
(That’s not to say
It came out wrong)

But listening back from here I guess
We should just call the whole thing

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