Hello, my little memories
Sounds and sights
Wrong and right
All I think about, most the time
I dream of places no soul could find
With brighter stars in otherwise empty skies
A place I belong
Where all feels right
Perhaps in a century or two
Word will reach some of you
Of such a place as I described
Where the young go
To feel alive
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Hello, my little memories
Sounds and sights
Wrong and right
All I think about, most the time
I dream of places no soul could find
With brighter stars in otherwise empty skies
A place I belong
Where all feels right
Perhaps in a century or two
Word will reach some of you
Of such a place as I described
Where the young go
To feel alive
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