In summers of old, in that season’s embrace,
At dawn we’d set out on the crystal lake.
Days that seemed to never end, and nowhere I’d rather be-
Never was I happier.

Now in this city's heart, countless miles away
I sit in a heatwave's blaze.
Those fragmented echoes still whisper amid the bustle and din-
And I wish my yesterdays be tomorrow.

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