I can still remember,
when your city smeit exciting
I still get a whiff,
of that aroma now and then.
Burglary and fireworks,
the skies they were alighting.
Accidents and toffee drops,
and thinking on the train
He was young, in the frost.
No regard for the cost,
of saying his feelings
in the moment they were felt,
and if he was calm like you...
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