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Dwelling on the past I'm not sure the reason The best times of our lives Pass by as if they were seasons And the painful times drag on For such an unreasonable amout of time, Acting as if they were a punishment For an unforgivable crime. You cannot relive Memories But you ponder them within Nostalgia creates a bitter sweetness Of the places you have been So sail away In the calm ocean of your mind And Think of all the good times That you had to leave behind.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
nostalgia
Dwelling on the past I'm not sure the reason The best times of our lives Pass by as if they were seasons And the painful times drag on For such an unreasonable amout of time, Acting as if they were a punishment For an unforgivable crime. You cannot relive Memories But you ponder them within Nostalgia creates a bitter sweetness Of the places you have been So sail away In the calm ocean of your mind And Think of all the good times That you had to leave behind.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
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