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Sixty Seconds


Just sixty seconds to see where I was I stood in the middle of a green field The gentle wind on my skin had no flaws The tall trees towered over me like shields The trees blocked the sun from biting my skin It's hard for a day like this to come back If I could stop time, the days would not spin The time on my watch? I did not keep track The day was perfect to believe it's real It was like a breathtaking fantasy All of this feeling is just my ideal I could just sit here all day lazily This day would ruin with the color gray Just sixty seconds to tell of this day
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