Radiant run

Where is the sun?

Son of a gun,

Avocado and a plum,

Stay just here or run?

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Where are the days,

the fun good time?

Whiskey and Lime,

or gin and tonic,

playing Sonic,

until the morning.

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We are the remnants

of a lost generation,

memories from another time,

when life was much simpler.

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But more than that,

we are still here.

Near...

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