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Recalling the Nights
In the dimly lit streets
Kicking our way through puddles
When even the crickets didn’t dare to interrupt us
When the moon itself sat and stared
The unusually cold air sliced by our laughing
The most beautiful smile on your face
In that memory
I wanted to kiss you so bad it took my breath away
Kicking our way through puddles
When even the crickets didn’t dare to interrupt us
When the moon itself sat and stared
The unusually cold air sliced by our laughing
The most beautiful smile on your face
In that memory
I wanted to kiss you so bad it took my breath away
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