six different keys
as I walked past the piano
they brought back
one memory a piece
the setting sun over the harbor
ash falling on the windshield
as I cried, wondering how close
the flames were
wondering what made mom so sick,
what made her smile look sad
the first time I saw snow falling,
felt my hands get cold
pressed up against the glass
a circuit was formed
the first time we kissed
the mountains rising above us
we were on top of the world
we were invincible
we're still invincible.
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