Dreamweaver, she's a keeper,
scratched arms, black sneakers.
Brown eyes, fireflies,
baggy jeans and weathered skies.
Scrounging round, where's the sound,
making out and leaving town.
Kombi van, across the land
flares and converse, hand in hand.
Jersey shore, wanting more,
hand-carved names, midnight lure.
Crisp morn, herald dawn,
daisy chains, we're sixties born.
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