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Those Days

Oh, I miss those

Good old days

When we used to lay down

At the stars we used to gaze.

With friends we laughed.

With friends we played.

I wish I could go back,

And have those days saved.

Because life moves forward,

And it may go downward.

As I find myself here

Lonely, empty and sad

I wipe down these tears

For my stars have gone bad.

Maybe the future will be

Better I believe

In those hopes only

Now I live.

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