lin is watching fireflies

i'm remembering summer nights

and a hillside

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that led to the beach

dunes

and grass that scratched our legs

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what will lin remember of this evening

i'm hearing the coming and going of waves

there are no waves

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we remember what we choose to remember

what we wish to relive

it takes more than fireflies and waves

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it takes another   or 

does it

i ask her   will you remember this night

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if i do   she says   it will be the color of the moon

the fireflies

the conversation

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of you asking me if i will remember this night

but i don't think i will

it is a beautiful night

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maybe even memorable

but something is missing   i say   is that it   

something is missing   she says