All those things out in the wild
and the cars I played with as a child;
A mother never turns away - a father never hides
Sometimes I wish it weren't so college ruled,
O the tales I told through those dotted lines.
Happy friends all sigh together,
the laughing ones die young.
The lucky ones who meet their end and smile.
These rocks, reflections, shadows of tomorrow.
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