I remember
somewhere between a whisper and the breeze
there besides the river and the trees
I remember I remember
from here I see the field where she still lies
painting crayon clouds up in the skies
I remember I remember
and it’s a beautiful the world goes round with such innocence
and the crazy thing’s despite of what wisdom bring its so easy to forget
and it’s funny how a world goes round with no fear at all
and the crazy thing is when you’re given wings
you’re more afriad to fall
lost in side of fairy tales and dreams
in my heart is where she’ll always be
I remember me
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