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Cuts and scraps, from times ago,

Tracks from walking, into the snow,

Letters I wrote, from my past,

Fun times in life, I wanted to last

Dreams I had, and left behind,

All these things, were once on my mind

Tears from crying, behind my door,

All that has happened, that’s not anymore…

The days that are over, gone till the end

When something that’s straight, soon starts to bend

Never can these things come back to life,

These times are over, cut off with a knife

The smiles I’ve had, looking into your face,

The roses from you, in the kitchen vase

Fading colors, as each day goes,

Blurred together, till nobody knows,

More days are coming, there’s more up ahead,

New dreams to dream of, sleeping in your own bed

More tears from crying, and many more smiles,

Many more feet prints, on brand new white tiles…

More and more, coming ahead,

The past is over…the past is dead…