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So long, lost loves. I haven't forgotten you, just yet. I hung your picture before I knew, next to scenes set in golden hues. Your face, still drifting inside my head. The weight is gone, heavy words that I could have said. I sang instead when other girls only cried. I called it grace. I am a mindless child. But I said: He's treating me right. You're gone. What's left? Memories of greater days just hang. Look on, you say. Build together the obvious clues. Taught you: skip the series of laid out rules. Go sing outside, as clouds raining spark the night. That's how we met. Was it the greatest day of this life? I said: (S)he's treating me right. We're just a little bit lost inside our houses. We're just a little unkept out in the streets. But I won't ever pass up a second to tell you replacements a myth 'Cause I know when the kids are all grown we will still have this blue and gold print. He's treating me right. I know he's treating me right. |