In the park swing soil buries the time and space agreement
How many summers past, memories stop here
The vision was locked in the drawer
The sound of each other's laughter is in my mind
I was so lucky
You are my treasure when I lose my way
The map guides hope and gives me strength
You are my treasure, shining the light of life
Go ahead with me
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