I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart.
For all the moments,
Happening in the present
Will become memories of the past
That I will hold close,
Wishing every day
I could go back.
The lights hanging from the trees,
Were bright and bold.
And the music was soft and slow.
I was standing on the street as
The street light glows bright in my face,
And in yours too.
I want to smell the fall in the air
As we look up in the sky
Full of stars all different yet alike
I want the breeze to echo your name
As it floats along the wind
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