its not the same after while, things tend to change without notice,
the trees have all died, and left their skin and bones behind.
something that's caught my mind, it's the though of you and i,
standing in the sunny place in my mind.
we stood through the rain, eyes lock one another prayin' that we felt the same.
To be continued..?
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