I get this feeling every year, the first days of winter. Pull out that box of souvenirs, to read your old letters. In a stack of memories, found a note you left for me. It almost feels like you're still here.
I hear your voice in every word, you told me to remember. Makes me smile when I look back to every summer.
Take each day and make it last, cause you turn around and the future is the past. Here and now is all we have. The beginning and the end mean so little, what matters most is what's in the middle.
I hear your voice in every word, you told me to remember. Makes me smile when I look back to every summer.
Take each day and make it last, cause you turn around and the future is the past. Here and now is all we have. The beginning and the end mean so little, what matters most is what's in the middle.
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