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Remember the times we used to spent? Remember the moments at night? Under the moon we went, By the bonfire for warmth and light. We used to talk as we walk to share, What a moment to be alive we say, But this is not a dream as we stare, Our Hearts rip away. Now we run on gasoline, Finds the pieces we need, Are you in pain as we lean, We used to be gold now we're cold indeed. So wake up to see our faces are not to be, We walk knowing how it should of be. Written: 10/7/17
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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