Part of the past
Is it over?These moments didn't last long
My knees were weak
Your arms were strong
I remember you best when I am cold
You always had a warm touch
But you've grown jaded
Our feelings are old
Once a year
A blackened date
Something to try to forget
Etched in by fate
Part of the past
Dreams of you
None of it did last
They never do
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