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If you wish to romanticize the woman I became

Then, say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset

Or you could begin at the beginning

And in that case

Please picture me in the trees

I hit my peak at seven

Feet in the swing over the creek

I was too scared to jump in

But I was high in the sky

With Pennsylvania under me

Are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you

Your braids make a pattern

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long