Yr golden hair from the bottle is all I see
Eyes of green follow me everywhere
At least, in my mind
But my best memories of life are–all about you
Yr voice christened me with hope
And pulled me through every horrible nightmare
Like the years of high school
And a job I wasn’t suited for
I wanted to thank you personally
But I’ll never meet you
It won’t be a reality
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