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As I stare out my window I see a glimmering light of what may be. Thinking of all the good times we shared, and all of the good times the future could bring. And you know we are the children of yesterday. But now it seems that time has no sense of control, so sad.
We pick up the pieces and walk down the street. Look on towards the future until again we meet.
If we can make it through this then we have come to far to turn back now. And so we'll make the best of what we can even though we’re young at heart. And you know we are the children of yesterday. But now it seems that time has no sense of control, so sad.
And yet some day we'll meet again.
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