Some words, they have our heart in them
Some songs, they got our soul in shelves
In wine, we find a lonely friend
At night, see memories of us.
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Still yet, we write and talk it all,
Ink, Pen we draw our thoughts of love
To wake up, and see yesterday
And tomorrow to sit and write the pain.
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Once our story was a paradise
Sweat hots at thoughts of you at night
And reminisce about future days
Only to see it through broken rays.
Leonard Epidi

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