Lost boy

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Lost boys runnin, 
Aren’t far from home at all
Can’t seem to find him, 
Down the well I heard ‘em go
New grass, a pile of weeds
Will you remember me,
Our spot under the tree
How lovely I was, that Summer’s eve
Strong enough to let you go
Your fingers in mine, Love hit a PLATEAU
Only time will tell,
Lost boy, where did you go?
Were we lovers at all
I made your house, my home
Now I awake in bed,

Alone.

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