I pray your campfire eyes (like September skies) will rain, and with the streetlights glowing, we'll make shadows on the neighbors' walls, but hush your love and sparks-- you know that they're asleep. You and I were shooting stars; you and I were young and old. With the windows all rolled down, can I ask, "If I love you then, will you love me now?"
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