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Wandering down the lonely Street...
Wondering when we ever meet...
Many miles and many tears...
I have watch the seasons changed through the years...
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
I sit in my room staring at the same empty four walls...
Not long ago I recall you were my world one and all...
These days we
last long enough to grow old
live long enough to reflect
but don't grow up enough
to bother.
Lord, save us from ourselves.
This is new - medicine gives us time, but we dont know how to use it.
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