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The evening lights are bright, 

The car has come to a stop,

The colors are different this time,

Shades of orange, white and green,

A quick flash, oh I held onto it,

A memory making its way through, 

A sweet stolen reminiscence.

 

 School walls adorned in colors, 

Merry of White uniforms, 

Green bands, Orange ribbons,

A paper flag pinned to my chest,

Flying high,...

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