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There's a fine line left, on the barrel of a gun
Where I wandered, alone, for some time
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they say that little kids don't have straight memories- that we can remember things that happened long ago just from stories told or pictur
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Oh too old to forget, too young to let go of the kaleidoscope
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growing old i feel like mold
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notes
passed
from friend to friend.
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Things just aren't the same anymore!
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Friday night she planned
Bed and breakfast
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The sun has broken free For one day at last
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Windowpane, my fingerprints
have met you thrice before-
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I remember long ago
When I was just a child
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To kiss soft, gentle lips
To feel the touch of warm fingertips
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I repeat, it's only a test, not a final.
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Deserted in an empty field
deteriorated and all alone
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I remember when my mom would sit and tell
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Our eyes fade into the sky;
stars in midnight blue...
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I don’t care if sometimes what we had was just an act
For that was more real to me than cold, solemn fact
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passages of destiny
begin this year
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take my hand,
and let us fly.
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I'm lying on the seashore, a teardrop in my eye The holiday is over and I must say goodbye.
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I walk down memory lanes, / People, places, and things / Forgotten and dusty names, / My mother’s wedding rings
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Hey, sweet girl I used to love
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