Soothing warm light in the fog of darkness,
When you go back to the precious days,
When nice and simple things mattered,
When your old friends often gathered
And life was thrilling in many ways.
But surely, everything fades, nothing stays
Life’s like a wheel, ought to keep on turning,
No memories can ever be relived again
So, after many years you wake in the morning
And realize that you’re no longer the same.
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