Old days
Old ways
Things are not the same
Time frays
My mind strays
The evanesce of the flame
Old days
Old ways
Things are not the same
Time frays
My mind strays
The evanesce of the flame
Slow fade
Love conveyed
Bittersweet memories
Amends made
Grateful praise
A voice amongst the trees
Old days
Things are not the same
Old ways
Things are not the same
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