Memories
Daydreams that are
long since passed
Slipped through my fingers
When they stopped making sense
Old memories
On the tip of my tongue
It's hard to hold
Onto something so young
And when nostalgia
Tastes bitter
It's time to let go
Let your thoughts wander
And let your enemies know
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