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We met in the summer before the leaves turned
Not knowing the season would one day be burned
We danced to the tune of our small wild days
The future had plans from a different maze
Years later we meet by the old wishing well
The bucket still swings with a dried-out bell
Your eyes carry maps from a city I've known
The roads we once took are now overgrown
Two keys in a drawer, both rusted and cold
The letters we wrote have gone yellow and old
We met too soon, the love came too late
The bell rang for us, but we missed the date
Two keys in a drawer, both rusted and cold
The letters we wrote have gone yellow and old
Now I carry the key, and you carry the date
But the door we'd unlock has a different fate
Years later we meet by the old wishing well
The bucket still swings with a dried-out bell
Your eyes carry maps from a city I've known
The roads we once took are now overgrown
Two keys in a drawer, both rusted and cold
The letters we wrote have gone yellow and old
We met too soon, the love came too late
The bell rang for us, but we missed the date
Two keys in a drawer, both rusted and cold
The letters we wrote have gone yellow and old
Now I carry the key, and you carry the date
But the door we'd unlock has a different fate
