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Central Park

We ran through the park
we ran in the dark
we ran through the breeze
and under the trees
and onto the grass
and took off our shoes
you never asked why
you soaked in the sky
you soaked in the dirt
I took off my shirt
I slept with the moon
I slept with the moon.





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