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grass   shoeless tiptoes on summer days on top of sharpened blades water running down plummeting down to the alive ground  
We approached the shimmering lake just my brother and I,  
I was young, and DUMB.
And some were expected to show, But their love was unsure. We crossed over the river, And there was no tension; It was a day in the life. The absence was a dividing wall,
who says we can't have a picnic at night the stars and moon are just as pretty and all the critters will be asleep so we won't have to worry about them stealing our goodies and i could lay on your naked body
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