How It Will End
These collections of moments,
we’ll call them memories,
I’ll carry in my head
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me;
For the truth of consequence
is a damned shame, you’ll see,
when tomorrow fades away,
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me.
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