we drank our Looza
on the backporch swing
we held hands under that white birch tree
and we could see
the love in the air
we laughed til our faces turned blue
and we spoke our "i love you"s
we talked and talked,
though we were never sick of the other's voice
we fought, oh, yes, we did
but we'd make it up with some homemade brownies
{and}
it will never end
that ever spinning cycle
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