You called yourself "a passing thought",
The thought that has persisted,
As the seasons change;
I remember you again.
Memories of your eyes that loved me and arms that held,
Keep coming with the thousands of wishes,
That never cease, yet goes in vain.
I remember you again.
The hours that keep passing will never return,
And as the color of my cheeks, keep fading,
I keep yearning for you, for joy or for pain.
I remember you again.
You lead me to where two roads meet,
And through the thousands of moments that I keep,
My tears follow you, down the memory lane,
As I remember you again......
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