its a long way
things that we'll never get
time that soon we'll forget
stood facing the death
we've been giving up in time
pierce and break through
in this oldy bed I smell
the arms that held my weak body
for almost century
the song of old music on
reminds me a day on 1960
a couple of blue paper fly
and a bottle of promises we made flew
fade away
It's no longer soon
Things we ever had
Moments we could ever kept
And the live we've been living
Stay in our hopes and the dreams of us

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