Special Lane

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I shall remain each part of memory

In which I found the simplest form of me

A land where life sits behind fantasy

Going back to child is where I am free

Unbeknownst on the possible of harm

Your smile became the calmness of embrace

Let's fly to the wind, following your arms!

Pass through worries and let it be erased

Wonder filled from the colors of your eyes

Became an art which I try to decide

Ahead of me, there's something to rise

Another place which all has to reside

Leaving a space for the next in the line

Goodbye youth, see you in another time.

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