give me a cliché
give me more clichés
i'll reborn then, i'll be me nine years ago
give me the sun, a tree and it will all be back
i see the summer approaching
the nights so alluring
the field, it reminds me of those summers when we were so young
i see the big tree
the evening sunlight gives such a warm hue
like a gentle touch of a blade of grass
that is my youth
that is all i lack
a breeze and a song of the leaves
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