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well i wrote your name and burned it, see the color of the flame. and it burned out the whole spectrum, as if you were everything. mine just burned gold, a normal flame. i am not anything. and all that i remember the feeling of waking up. we were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust. we were kids, i was a fountain. you could never drink enough. then came all the boys who swept you up play careless with your heart. every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car. something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can. i am glad i am glad... you found a good man