Dear Lily,
It's hard not seeing you everyday,
waking up to a bell and hearing you play
I miss you and our crew and what we used to do,
didn't matter what it was as long as they knew
We are just a group of girls,
with seven in total,
sisters who could never be told to go back local
I always miss those times,
practically committing crimes
and waking up with the gleam of sunshine in our eyes
In a boat, on a board, on dry land, or at sea,
forever in my heart this is the best place to me
I will never forget the memories made here,
they will never get the chance to disappear
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