It was a morning in late June, if I remember correctly. We walked these same streets lived, the one next to each other without touching, just talking. You of your endless worries. And I, like my usual, I was trying to ease your thoughts. The air was heavy and the deserted area, but somewhere in some little way distance, one hears "Stay" by Jackson Browne. So suddenly, singing, you turned and without saying anything, you smiled at me. And my summer started from there. From that perfect design on your face.
(Jackson Browne - Stay)
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