Cherish each moment we shared together,
For hours were short lived in days now done;
Memories pass for worst or the blether,
And what we were and had, soon will be gone.
Thinking of good times in my lonely song,
Only shared now deep inside of me;
Both my life stories of right and of wrong,
Each of my yearnings that now is set free.
The dusk and night shadow moving so near,
End of each life story why is it so?
Everything leaves, moving away from here,
Why must it pass tell me why must we go?
Now memories only that once were so real,
Each of my moments, yes each of my feel.
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