Tina Dang (August 31 / Province In Canada)
Memories of us, memories of you, memories of me.
Oh, how I wish it would go back to how it use to be.
Remembering how we were, you and I through good and bad.
Every thought of us makes me so very sad.
I know that nothing in life ever lasts.
Therefore we hold on to memories of our past.
I'll try not to let my emotion show, my composure i'll maintain.
But memories of you will be in my heart and mind where it shall remain.
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