50 YEARS FROM NOW…
With my coffee here I stand
With Tiny raindrops falling on my hand
This time of our life will be lost one day
50 years from now in the month of may
And we will remember all Our Likes and regrets
All our happiness and causes of threats
At that time we will grow old
And we will have some stories untold
Yet some memories more precious than gold
Yet some memories more precious than gold
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