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Countless


Countless

 

As time flies and the memories fade

The feelings die into shades of gray

The countless moments have cast away

In this trap we call life just to get thrown away

 

So why not live Now

Why not be free

Why not live  the moment

That was destine for me

 

So from now on I’ll own it

and make this memory

Something great

So they’ll remember me

For what I am

 and not what I should be…

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