The songs rang out so loud and clear
I miss those nights chatting so dear
she went away and back she came
But things somehow don't feel the same
We spoke but for so brief those nights
She failed to see what kind of light
She brought to this room so grim and dark
A spark that inspires long walks in parks
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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