Swings, cars, a dog's bark,
I've been here the playground,
the one familiar place outside my school,
but it's not here,
just a memory.
I've been there this playground,
deep in my memory,
waiting to be forgotten,
but nostalgia remains forever.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Swings, cars, a dog's bark,
I've been here the playground,
the one familiar place outside my school,
but it's not here,
just a memory.
I've been there this playground,
deep in my memory,
waiting to be forgotten,
but nostalgia remains forever.
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