Let’s go find our lost songs,
Left behind in that forsaken home.
Come walk with me,
On those old worn out roads.
And stay like drops of rain,
Of those passing nights.
Let’s witness the first ray of dawn again,
With the melting of crystals ice.
Sparkling small pieces we find,
Of broken heart of you and I.
How beautiful it was,
Sweet smiles and innocent lies.
Collect the smell of our first kiss,
A feeling on that touch we reminisce.
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