Looking at the photographs
Reminds me of the past
When we were both so happy
And knew we were meant to be
What's become of us now
All we ever do is fight
We still think that we can do this
I just hope we can do it right
To hold you like I used to
Now all I want to do
To kiss you and know I mean it
This message must get through
Your eyes reflected heaven
Beauty that lit the darkest hole
Let's redo this once again
Let's make something beautiful
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