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memories
looking over old photographs
pictures of you fresh in my mind..
oh how i miss the muddy grass
and sliding along having a laugh
kicking up sand making mud pies
the secrets we told there were no lies
but like our parents we grew apart
and this kills me deep in my heart
wondering of things that could have been
i guess you could say this was forseen
they are photos, memorys nothing more
it still hurt to see you go out that door
childhood friends we are aquantences now
but still in my head im asking how?
"they are photos, memories
"they are photos, memories nothing more..." love this line. after the end of feelings photos usually become the memories themselves, and your mind becomes nothing more then a projector that you dont control. keep up the good work
can you hear me now?
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