A place and a summer, when time stood still,
a road that took nowhere,
and the breeze in our hair...
A perfect summer drift through life ,
the middle of somewhere with another you,
you, who were free...
Those were the days,
this is just a dream,
about us,
picking a flower,
tomorrow by the ocean...
But summer's gone...
Now listening: Nickelback-Photograph
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