Life, Love, Death
A song to you;
My days, they seem to fade.
My nights, they never end.
My days, they seem to bend.
My nights, they seem to spin.
My dreams, of you and me,
There meant to be.
My days, they seem like a maze.
My nights, they seem to take flight.
My days, oh my days dissipate.
My nights, yes my nights end.
My dreams, of you and me,
There meant to be.
There meant to be
You and me,
We're meant to be.
-eddie
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