My heart yearns to go back to the past.
My mind replays the memories,
The good and the bad.
My blue eyes turn grey when I view the photographs.
My knees feel weak when people talk about it.
The tears come streaming down my face,
And I look up at the stars wishing
The past would be right here with me now.
My mind replays the memories,
The good and the bad.
My blue eyes turn grey when I view the photographs.
My knees feel weak when people talk about it.
The tears come streaming down my face,
And I look up at the stars wishing
The past would be right here with me now.
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