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I miss what once I thought I knew sun of yellow, sky of blue, sweet summer breeze and swinging through tall trees. Fresh pine on the wind, back before I knew of sin. Warm evenings that sigh amongst a star studded sky, uninterupted sleep so good hot dogs and campfire wood. Friends simple and fond swimming slow and easy in the old gravel pond, that beautiful black dog I had and most of all, dear old mom and dad. - Perhaps I never truly knew then what I think I know now, but if I could, I would go back once more just to briefly hold it all again, somehow.