Deep sky, oh silver sieve aloft
Watch me as I pass through the gates
Enchanting eyes dare I defy
To become lost within escape
It doesn't need us
Yet we deposit our need for it
into little banks of memories
When we believed
That a tree house was a spaceship,
a vast defense against armies
Let's redesign a time when simplicity was the fashion
Meditate on the development of another chapter
Coexisting growth as we simply try to find our place
As the foliage leads to a cold that finally forces our reunited warm embrace
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