Light
I had a big picturesque idea of you and me
Of all the beautiful things that we could be
I miss the days when I thought you were mine
I miss the days when we owned the sunshine
When every glimmer was made for us
And all the light was ours
And I could sit and talk to you for hours
About everything and nothing at the same time
I miss the days when I thought you were mine
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