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Once I dropped a penny in a fountain and wished to be a teenager.
I was only five; I thought it'd come true.
I insisted to my parents that my wish had been granted,
pretended to act moody like I heard teenagers were,

We all sat in a circle under the sky
on a cool July night
in our own little corner of the world
where everything was perfect,
or at least good, at least peaceful
without war, without hate

I like so many songs that it's almost impossible to choose a favorite, but I do love "Seven" by Taylor Swift.

I guess the sky likes to cry a lot 
these days.
It tears apart the clouds
and pours itself onto the weathered ground
screaming its woes
while people on the Earth
wish for snow.
But it won't come, will it?

Winter comes,
the first snow unleashes itself onto the ground,
and when I wake up early every morning,
the world feels dreamy,
like an old movie,
a haze of black and white,
blocking everything else out

Maybe it was the wind whipping my hair every which way,
maybe it was the way ice cream tasted on a hot summer evening,
maybe it was just the delirium of lying there on that cool leaf-covered ground,
but in hindsight, I knew it was you.