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  • I remember hanging out with friends
    sweet nights when the world was young
    or was that me...sometimes it feels

    like the world wasn't here before me
    and after I'm gone, why would it want to go on

    who else will appreciate the taste of Glenfiddich
    who else will savor the way it glides across your tongue

    who else will feel the way I feel
    when the stars are in the heavens on a warm summer night
    and the breeze is just so warm

    who else will let the tears well up when the sun is setting
    and the horizon turns the color of melting gold
    across the blue and endless sea

    mellow sounds of players stroking warm, romantic tunes
    bright lights, warm bodies, dreams of finding romance in the hustle of the night

    holding hands, touching, warm kisses, smiles so sweet
    and when you meet the one the night becomes the womb of possibilities

    its like any work of art, song or poem or story
    its the first stroke, the first word, the first line
    that sets it all in motion

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