The place bears scars of the past
The wind blown’ soft, telling stories
Familiar faces seen with gaiety
The heart skips a beat as we met
We were once more than friends
Wish we stayed just as friends
Yet it’s a wish too late.
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Too many to say yet too little we say
We parted ways as we did before
There you go again amidst them
The blowing wind refreshes the mind
The road we take may cross ways
Never nearing our cherished pasts
Yet contented with our own path.
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We’ll meet on moonlit nights we say
We’d walked under the moon
Counting the stars with laughter
Bliss of air seized the moment
The moment that will soon vanish
It’s a time that goes with the wind
Gone for the best it is, admits me.
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I hope you still feel small
Standing under the moon
Watching your shadow in the breeze
I hope you still retaining
Your confidence in your world
I hope you still wear your warm smile
In the midst of life as we faced
Wish you well in life, forever.
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