Sweet Dreams
The times in life that cuts like a knife
Are the ones when I was a child
Far from behind they float in my mind
The nostalgia leaves me beguiled
Innocent ways on those carefree days
Stoked the emotions that would last
The hopes I had when I was a lad
Are now just the dreams of the past
Now I'm older and somewhat colder
With no new memories to save
Shorter of breath and closer to death
Guess I'll take my dreams to the grave
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