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Well I wrote your name and burned it,
see the color of the flame,
and it burned out the whole spectrum
as if you were everything.

Mine just burned gold,
a normal flame.
I am not anything,
and all that I remember
is the feeling of waking up.

When we were kids,
you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust.
When we were kids,
I was a fountain you could never drink enough.

Then came all the boys who swept you up,
played careless with your heart.
And every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car.
Something dies when you grow older,
but you do the best you can.

I am glad.
I am glad,
you found a good man.