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Broken Dream
In the moments between the memories,
Between each heaving breath,
I'm left solemn in the epiphany,
That there's always something left.
This life is such a mystery,
And with each new passing day,
We create so much history,
two...
Between each heaving breath,
I'm left solemn in the epiphany,
That there's always something left.
This life is such a mystery,
And with each new passing day,
We create so much history,
two...
