Old memories

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Old memories

Sweeping through the sands

Falling like raindrops

When will it be the end

All around the voices keep telling me

When the right time comes it will be

So with how long will the moon of the night

Wait for the sun to shine and for the rose petals

To finally be mine.

In a shock wave

I still look at the past

And I can paint a picture of how long it will last

But the only story I continue to write about is love

And the fact all I have is a dream of us.

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