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Apr 2013
I remember the perfect old days
You and I, sneaking off to who knows where
Getting lost in a ***** little crowd
Your old humming car and my unwitty jokes
I thought it'd be immortal
You and I
Always and forever

Although you were old and frail and withering away
I though you'd always be right round the curb
But one day you were fading away
I held your hand and cried till it was night
And then I went back to the good old days
Cuz you and I
We'll always be the only thing that'll make sense in this mess.
This one is for my grandmother. I don't ever want to lose her.
arham
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arham  inside my head
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