I found a picture on the back it reads
Happy birthday from the 70s
I remember you with bloody knees
Riding bikes in 1983
We're closer to the end of this parade and then we'll start again
Little brother wears his broken wings
Young lovers with suburban dreams
Your best friend smiles through his broken teeth
These neighborhoods are never what they seem
You're closer to the end of this parade then you'll start again
Reflected light, reflected rays
Colors bloom and colors fade
Every love inside a frame
Repeated infinite and great
Another take and take and take replayed
You'll fall in love when you are 17
You'll fall in love with everyone you see
A face that's ageless in a memory
Your body frozen in a fantasy
We're closer to the end of this parade and then we'll start again
