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The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
And the ones that are blank,
Hold the memories of the morrow,
Then there are pages of the past,
The ones that hold our sorrow...
The ones we dare not share,
The ones that seem to haunt us,
And it looks like no one really cares...
Everyone has chapters in their story,
That they don't read out loud,
So don't you go about,
And judge a book by its cover.
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