Scintilla

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I can't help but smile when I think of you.
You were early mornings and late nights,
You sent me soaring
Towards the highest of highs
And sinking
To the lowest of lows

And I can't help but wonder
If you still feel that little spark,
That scintilla, that I used to feel when I was around you anymore.

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