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Feb 2013
A memory holds
the past events of
the life I have led

And thus it seems
I've come to dread
the memories I've put
asleep to bed

Tonight I take
A small slice from
the piece I have
inside my head

Ten hours in
The road went on
The stars in the sky
Treading on till dawn

Before it broke
You asked us then
The seven of us
Who could have been
Awake

Who could have been
awake to see
The stars above
Shining brightly

You're not even
Of importance now
But you showed me
The stars forming
The stars exist
Somehow

The milky way
The purest form
With no houses in sight
The world seemed
Our own

Hours of the drive
Left to go
From South to
North we made
It from the sun
To the snow

But those stars are plastered
Deep in my subconscious
Memories, most un-lasting

What makes this one
So unlike the others
Was it the stars around the earth
As our blankets and our covers

Well the stars tuck in
My memories to sleep
In my bed I lay with them
In my head with them
I keep
Angel
Written by
Angel  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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   Md HUDA
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