Words we have said grew in my head, colored my thoughts and sang me to bed.
Lost memories grew into trees, covered the doors and swallowed the key.
Winters have come and gone, you know.
But I'll meet you young and free for a dance 'round the memory tree.
I said I forgot, but I did not.
Dreams we have had play in my head. Did we believe the cry of the leaves?
Did we regret? Would we forget?
Winters have come and gone, you know.
But I'll meet you young and free for a dance 'round the memory tree.
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Juna's Thoughts
About what goes on everyday in my life. =P
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