
I walk my memory lane
past the bundles tied in bows
where sentimental scent lingers
recalling the long faded rose
The future plans it's past
with digital flowers for all
a sansimental spin on things
towards our nascent downfall
that's my jaded forecast.
past the bundles tied in bows
where sentimental scent lingers
recalling the long faded rose
The future plans it's past
with digital flowers for all
a sansimental spin on things
towards our nascent downfall
that's my jaded forecast.
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