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" - Was it the smile that made you cry ? "
It's ...smoke. Trapped in a closed room, swirling... changing.
" - Or the fading lights in the deep sky ? "
Buffeted by the the passing of years and wishful thinking.
" - Was it when we first held hands ? "
But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant.
" - Or the distant sounds of crickets into the night ? "
The past can... never be completely erased.
" - Was it me ? "
It lingers.
" - Or is it my world you're in love with ? "
Like the scent of burning wood...