I need a voice to make this sound right
Wrinkled sheets and comfy seats
This fire will only blaze as high as we let it
s'mores that will last until the end of the summer
Laughs, smiles, and songs that will last forever
New jokes, new nicknames.
Pinky promises and Triple dog dares
We'll plan for the future,
while we try to make this moment last
Pool hair and bare feet
The passing of supplies from hand to hand
Sometimes tossed through the flames
The faces change but the feeling remains the same
A small circle of heat as the day fades away
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