It was a page out of heaven, love that was deeper than blue. An odyssey most hard to find so young, a rare ruby kind, and a shade of special. We were under a spell, I can look back now and say. Time breezed through and we'd have never known any better. Laying under the willowy sheets of oblivion - they were the happiest days. And isn't it funny that those are the days that I cry about the most? J
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