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Remember back to days gone by.

A younger time in my life.

A summer day in June, I would not soon forget.

Friendships forged and growing strong.

Some are lost, some carry on.

Through winters, and the wind and rain.

Faces age but they stay the same.

Seventeen.

So young.

Seventeen.

So free.

Seventeen.

So wild.

Seventeen.

Dreams.

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