Different

There's been many ways to choose
All the things I could abuse -
They have only been refused,
You can see, friend.
We live just those different lives,
There's no need to sink in lies,
Different roads for both of us -
Our ways are different.

One can tell me "Nevermind,
Leave the memories behind
There are many things to find
Out in tomorrow."
For each day is just the same
I keep the photograph in frame
So we still play the same old game,
Both in joy and sorrow.


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"The photograph in frame" is neverending memory...
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GOOD !!! - No more words! My greetings...

Алла Мутелика   25.06.2002 21:10     Заявить о нарушении
Alla, dear, you are so generous for cmmenting my works:) II'm expressin my sinsire agatitude for it. I think it's been quite a time since I last popped in on your page. I'll be soon.
Yours,
R.B.

Romantic Bluesman   26.06.2002 02:17   Заявить о нарушении
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