history is all we have

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take me back

to the days the sky was always blue

when you held my hand so tight

and there was love in your eyes


take me back

because now it's always raining

and you won't return my calls

and I haven't smiled in weeks


take me back

to running through wildflowers

and picnics on checkered blankets

and watching the sunrise with you


take me back

because now the trees are dead

and the birds don't sing

and I can't see the stars through the clouds

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