Stories of Yesterday:
blow cold with warmth of memory
for you be mine forever,
drifters write with hearts of stone...
for time within his mind
a trail of tears into the past,
a guiding light behind.
believe the need ,more over the greed,
my soul is given freely.
No heart has ever known
drifters love ,be prone
believing with fear
solid as rock
warm as a tear
as gentle the first kiss
forgetting to remember
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