seven

This looks at seven-year-old you through twenty years of haze. It's the child who didn't get "why grown-ups are sad," and an innocence never returned to. Don't you have a summer that now is only golden light?

It writes "can't go back" feather-soft. Taylor, through a kid's eyes, tells a love not yet dirtied by the world. You'll sting — we were all that believing child.

This is an interpretation based on publicly available material. Not official commentary.

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