25 juin 2007
My little world collapses
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Nothing will ever be the same now//People grow up, get old and die//The sun doesn't shine as it use to shine//Memories seem so small now//Why childhood must be blown away?//Only the smell of sand is left//Many smiles have been erased//I never asked for that//Maybe we're getting old too//Landscapes are changing//People disapear//It seems my little world's collapsing
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