I Remember YouI remember when we were little, How we used to play.I Remember You
I remember the smiles that crossed our lips When we saw eachother each and every day.
I remember growing up With you right by my side.
And how whenever I would sink, You'd pull me from the tide.
I remember the laughs we shared, At even the smallest things.
And how we always spoke about, Flying away on heaven's wings.
I remember when your wings began
To sprout before mine.
My heart became a tangled knot, Like old discarded twine.
I remember
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"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain." Lord Byron
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"Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?" (Nietzsche)
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