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A boy and girl in a photo, half a century old Long hair on their heads, truly a sight to behold Laughing and having fun, from a time now long past Do they still remember, did their memories last?
Memories of the tales, so beautiful and inviting as the lanes of my pipe dreams flash across her ends. Some member listeners watch my expressions as a clear fact of my depressions, assuming the position of the antagonist.
"The dreams of a girl Not her own thoughts Deeper i fell I was taught, How to kill. Only in dreams Would i see Such a thing The horror seeped through No longer i trust