beautiful days
we were young and alive,
mischief in our blood.
we were fairies and spies,
lions and tigers.
our imagination was key-
we were never alone.
we hailed from the country,
green surrounded us from every side.
cows as our neighbors,
corn was our food.
we spent a thousand hours in just one day,
nothing could ever take that away.
until the day our innocence ran astray.
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