Old memories never do cease
All I say is come back please
Blow it back, on me like a breeze
From the big old mountain trees
Memories that were made for a lifetime
During the good old times
Ring in like the musical chime
Even without a vodka n a wedge of lime
Partners in crimes
Parties with a dime
Non stop talks on the long drives
Feeling more then just being alive
Somewhere down the line
Donno what went wrong
Donno what didn't go right
Life doesn't seem anymore light
As more responsibility seep in
How do I know, in the process
If I am actually losing myself?
Or if I am actually finding myself?
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