Memories
Alone will stay,The one who used too be gay.Who's treasure was ripped away,And whos life neverseemed so gray,But even thoughtoday became a sadday, Tomorrow is a newday,Over the horizonthesun will create a beam of ray,Making way to the memories,Bringing back thetreasure that is faraway,Making tommorow abetter day than itwas yesterday,And making theperson alone yesterday;happy today.
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