Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best that I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and not a spoken feeling.
I`m knowing that right now is all that matters.
All the nights we stayed up talking,
and listening to 80s songs;
Quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
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