I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart.
For all the moments,
Happening in the present
Will become memories of the past
That I will hold close,
Wishing every day
I could go back.
What can I do to make this stay?
To make all the moments,
Where we were infinite last forever.
To keep the good days for the future,
And carry the bad along with my past.
How do you ride a bike?
How do you make the wheels turn?
How do you make everything fade away?
How do you let the moment
Fill you with emotion
That never leaves your heart?
There's a dog that sits at the end of my street,
He snarls his teeth when we walk,
He barks with his eyes wide open,
With his eyes full of rage and love.
There's a dog that sits at the end of my street,
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