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She said, I was seven and you were fourteen I looked at you like the stars that beam In the sky, the pretty lights And our friends used to joke about the two of us Growing up and falling in love and Thalia smiled And rolled her eyes and said oh my my my Take me back to the alley where we met Said that you would love me but I'd never bet That you never did, you never did Take me back when our world was more then a camp I dared you to leave me and cried when you did Just two kids, you and I... Oh my my my my Well, I was twelve when suddenly I wasn't that little girl you used to see But your eyes still shined like pre