When I remember who I used to be
Before the wealth of years had set me free
I dwell upon the days when we were friends
Those glory days before the story ends
Its tender moments that the heart did find
My memories are pieces left behind.
When I remember who I used to be
Before the wealth of years had set me free
I dwell upon the days when we were friends
Those glory days before the story ends
Its tender moments that the heart did find
My memories are pieces left behind.
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