Pass & Present

August 19, 2013

Days passed by
Memories marked
And belived that It's not a lie
For today I loved

The day after tommorrow
An expreession of great
Makes my world harrow

There came you
Who insipres me most
Hope that's true

full of scent
When I'm with you
from past to present
And there's still you

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