We were standing in a meadow
You handed me some fruit
you must have heard me wrong
what i asked for was the truth
there's a creek that trickles by
it reminds me of my youth
imaginings and trapped tadpoles
but what's that got to do with you?
it feels the same somehow
the way it felt being at home
the silence the sadness
the shame surrounds what i don't know
i guess this means it's time to go
cause it's too soon to remember
go through all that again
a good time for me is never
but let's re-convene in 3010
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