Cry For The Times That You Were Almost Mine,I Cry For The Memories I've Left Behind,I Cry For The Pain, The Lost, The Old, the New..I Now Cry For The Times I Thought I Had You.A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and metogether forever and never apart, maybe in distance, but never inheart. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the
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