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i know nothing i could presently say,

would bring us back to the day,

when we were something to me,

yet mostly nothing to she,

so many lights casting shadows of the past,

can i just stop the memories and ask,

why are you dead set on reminding

me that i would love to be rewinding?

my eyes are shining bright, see from the crowd,

as i allow my heart to speak out loud,

allow my heart to produce music,

from nothing but my mouth and fingertips,

if you come back, brighter livin,

i'm sure i could be forgivin,

these bright lights casting shadows of the past,

allowing me to hide sadness behind a mask.