I'd be stuck in memory lane, singin'
blues, good old friends where are
you? I'm a nostalgic man, Mybe
I've been meeting gypsies, cause
it feels like I'm the only one with an
album, turning skies to a cenematic
experience of our memories. Even
though we're outgrown, me and my
heart we won't move on, move on
from praying for those we have known.
©akzapoetry
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