we took a trip down a windy road past flying cars and buzzing songsit took us long
but was worth the trip
our eyes were pleased with the feasts before us.
we lay on the beach we clambered rocks
across the waves i saw your golden locks
and your smile
it didnt last, more than a while.
i thought it was perfect i thought it was good
but then, as the wind blew clouds through the perfect skies of the perfect day
and the ride home took longer and my face got paler
and the day was crumpled and used
i remembered you.
there is no such thing as a perfect day...
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