Haunted when the minutes drag
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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST




THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED


_____ He kept smiling, listening to her talk. Even her accent reminded him of those old times, when there had been nothing before them except for a remarkable sense of carpe diem. And it remained, in some way, but times had changed. The world had moved on. One hand rose to the nape of his neck and he scratched it, the fading tattoo on his chest looking far darker in the cavern’s lighting. “I’m glad you made it back here. I didn’t think I’d see you ever again."





I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget




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