I would always like to keep in mind those things,
Moments of the real and the fantastic;
But the stream of time, it washed them great ever since
We were there, in summer everlasting.
They are cruel sometimes,
And they lie sometimes,
But I keep relying on my memories;
Even if I die,
They will be revived
With the stories that there once were we...
Memories
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