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Kitchen Floor at night
Slow dancing in the living room
River walking, true talking
Eating mandarins outside, sun setting
Juice dripping, sky gazing
My words meant something to you
With high places
Car races, racecourse tower, picking flowers
Tree sap on my favourite jeans
Blue jeans
And the cycle of needing repeating
But it was not enough
