I was there early.
I was swinging,
Thinking of you,
My eyes were shut.
I dreamt of last year,
And the three before that.
I didn't know if you were coming,
I swang higher and higher.
I saw the tents,
The swimming pool, the fire.
Then I hit something,
I jumped down the hill.
To see your face,
You smiled up at me.
I smiled back.
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