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Apr 23
I loved our picnics at the top of the hill
With the sunset as our future
I wish we walked in the morning more often
With the dew still resting on the leaves
I pondered if we'd ever dance again
With the rain falling throughout the streets
And now all I ask is that we remember
all these beautiful memories
Maybe just maybe
You could remember me too
Written by
Franky Case
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