Some day I will sink into your past
Like a forgotten memory misplaced
And when there are ripples in your lake
You will remember of me
In its little dancing waves.
On cold winter nights
When you light a cigarette
The smoke that gets into your eyes
Will make you cry
And leave you wondering if it were the smoke
Or some memory that got dredged up in time
This will happen.
And now that I need to exit your tomorrows
I will continue forever in your yesterdays.
Live long...for with you I live along.
Sigh. Sometimes thats the best we can do. You never know, perhaps thats a good thing.
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