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.
Need less. Give more.
Stop looking for the sorrow in life.
Watch the good things grow.
Don't give up.
This is an empty house,
A house that's lost its soul.
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it,
Faded away with time and age.
Summer is going fast,
As the nights grow colder.
Summer came and went,
And took with it that feeling.
Fall brings sorrow,
It reminds you that time doesn't stop.
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