I couldn't tell you when the serpentine began to unravel, as it did.
It must have been the fog of life that got in our eyes, or the smell of adventure in the wind.
The pasture hasn't been greener, but stepped in.
Six years and everyone is still here, but the departed.
Funny how time weighs the baggage of life differently after the meter has expired.
Your looking great, the season of separation has suffered you well.
As for me I'm still dreaming waves and filling oceans with tears.
Let's not wait another six years to honor the past.
Ciao...
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