They told me everything
As if they knew
Confidently blind
And floating on lies
I smiled at my accusers
Remember how we laughed
Like brazen gods
Along summer avenues
So natural and clean
More Eden than Adam had
Those great golden evenings
Are so much fantasy now
Baseball games and barbecues
Scent of burning oak
Revealing the tenderness of youth
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