Were a roller coaster ride.
The turns and twists,
Together with the yellow cards.
I saw the sea shells,
Drove through the deserts,
Swam through through the clouds,
With the shadows and regrets.
The guitar was beautiful,
Its strings delicate.
Everything was changing,
Like the reflections of the sounds.
We were only kids,
The hope was a friend.
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