I'd like to rewind, in order to remind...
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Myself and you, of what once was true,
Before we knew things that make us blue,
When things were simple and not far away,
When I didn't agonize if you would stay,
When tone of voice didn't change
And feelings of friendship would never fade.
Now the aura is there, dusty and encrusted thin.
The person there now was not there then.
Long to live carefree and full again...
A pause and its drowned within.
Regret is weary and overpriced.
Let's forget and accept our vice.